In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

The Flotsam of Frantic Dreams



We don’t know any more

where our lives belong

or even where to hide.

The walls of home

hold nothing up

or out

and the door hangs slack

on the hinge.


Where have our lives gone ?


I consult the news

and the world ended

several days ago.

Today it’s ending

all over again.


Where have our lives gone ?

What now is home ?


Mad with fear

we elect our maddest

to be our leaders. They promise to guide

us to the dry land

of their frantic dreams.


We shall construct

new homesteads there

from the flotsam

of frantic dreams.


Rogan Wolf