Recession

Bones, dry woods, chaff and all that reminds us of the years of bloom.

Your bones speak loudly against your flesh

Will your courage stand as it did when fresh?

Debris of passion are seen in your eyes

You are acting a sad part in this script of life



Your mouth becomes a slave of dry months

Will your passion stand against your wants?

Ruins of dignity revealed in your acts

You are like a failed remnant of a heavenly art



Your vision bows at the feet of the moment’s desire

Will your strength see you through this fire?

Crumbs of faith, your last possession
your sole certainty of surviving the recession