by: ME ~ Wendy M. Z.
Was there no one?
No one to warn you?
No mother hen to protect you,
to shelter you?
No rooster to cock~a~doodle~doo,
to sound the alarm
which could have warned you?
An alarm you might have heard.
An alarm sounding louder than words.
Warning bells in the tones of hell.
Could you not smell
the burning of the promise,
creativity's vomit?
The stench of your own suffocation?
The Suffocation of blind adulation.
Idle adulation.
Suspended suffocation.
A hero's indignation.
The masses fascination.
Was no one there to help you?
Help you over that wall?
That wall of public anticipation.
The anticipation of condemnation.
The miraculous rise and the hellish fall
The gory glory of it all?
©2011... WMZ
