In a room full of night
Where hostages take soundings
On the drawing of the light

Whatever happened to your perfectly formed beliefs,
Or the gold-leaf arguments encased in lawyers’ briefs?
Were you bitten by the monsters in this distant colony
Did you let them steal your heart for wanting to be free?

Did you watch the age of enlightenment
Give way to discontent
In advertising loyalty and corporate assent?

Whatever happened to all those Technicolor days between
The opening of your eyes from Disney’s monochrome dream
And the arrival of these lodgers with their skeleton keys
Who access your secret attic rooms with knowing eyes that see

Your broken childhood toys
The ones you held most dear
Broken by the fragile hand of all your adult joys

July 2007

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