speak

of fables turning around
in the mind  taking the place
of promise  pulling today
far away from reason   face

tomorrow  though you know why
it is shy  hidden behind
grey pillars  keen to conceal
the unreal unready   find

another movement of time
in the mime played for your eye
by memory   stretch to accept
your inept redemption   try

denial   everyone knows
how it shows gold for a spell
in sunlight  then disappears
in a drear november   tell

your children all you recall
of the fall of strong and weak
together  how there was no-
where to go  no need to speak