Wasteful wishes,
water not wind,
glasses broken in misery,
my flesh cut but not broken,
I wished for the poetry to sooth my dismay,
hoping the words would say what they may,
but I was given to fly,
I was surprised by the words,
they twisted in rhythm,
they heaved from what they heard,
aplenty,
a fortune,
a bard and his whore,
the winner was subject to oppression,
his grave unmarked,
his coin no more…