FIDDLING

The city is burning
A sentry interrupts a party
to tell the General

Musicians keep playing
The soldier is thrown
into a dungeon

It is cool an dry,
guarded by a man
with one leg, who
sits on a stool

Both wait as
the General’s ego
expands into invincibility

But he is wrong
and will perish
with his vultures

The prisoner is
released by the guard
and the two walk down
a narrow corridor on

three legs finding
their way to safety and rest
They now dream of
sacred new beginnings

Where the erudite and
generals will serve in
a new manner

This is the way it was designed
The musicians will play on key
Life will be good
You’ll see

Stanski
December 23, 2019 ^