Sobriety Cruise Lines

The boats are all sober.
Passengers drink sweet cocktails
on disinfected decks,
Redskins dead or fronting Casinos
for Western Capital.
Endless green seas stretch
under gray heaven.

The cash boxes and
prison ships have won.
Arthur hails from
the virgin page,
"Smash them!"
Nobody hears
over the calm drone
of gray-green
above and below.

Grave Solace

The Dead know our hearts.
They can list every
insult and lie calmly.
This is their Heaven and Hell.

Still, liberation is theirs.
No longer must they live with us.

Take solace.
The day comes when we'll know
living hearts just like them.

"Where are the Bichons of Yesteryear?"