A river cried God’s name in vain
As treasures spilled onto the streets from a tome
Forsaken love mocked the crimson earth
The night wore a shade of moonshine and verse.
Under green tints and shadow games
Wars had begun in the minds of men
They ate words, warm and uncut
While truant leaves churned fortunes in a cup.
Time flew in on a half-torn wing
Vanity and want shared a rummy drink
They danced among strewn letters of life
Polished by eyes behind velvet screens.