The Final Act

Is consciousness different than having a soul,

reflection unhallowed—eternity trolled

 

Does the magic within us begin and then end,

finite conscription—one lifetime to spend

 

And if unrelated, then what lies between

what we feel and we ponder—perchance then to dream

 

Till that final unveiling where death at last shows

the truth of the matter—that nobody knows

 

(Villanova University: October, 2020)

Transactional Love

I offered two nickels,

she demanded a dime

It wasn’t enough,

her anger declined

 

“Can’t you make change,”

she then shouted aloud

And while counting my failures,

her voice reendowed

 

But the count was undone,

all divisors were shunned

My offerings

attacked

 

With her vault locking down,

 and my ledger unbound

The numbers red

—not black

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)

Soren’s Trials

Sued three times…

your wrath indicts

Prostate, throat,

and kidney cites

 

Each time you threatened:

“This is the end”

I wasn’t ready,

mistried again

 

I kept my counsel

and shut you out

The jury hung

to scream and shout

 

Your will or mine,

it’s zero sum

I still live on

—three verdicts shunned

 

(In Tribute: October, 2020)