Meltdown

By Katje Kaase


Waiting for an ice pack

To sooth the fevered few

A sip of cold surrender

The taste of no more lies

Frozen facts forthcoming

In a meltdown of the truth

Old men sliding downhill

False memories of their youth


Dripping dreams sputter

Like water down a spout

Captured in a bucket

Made of chewed up time

With pieces of tomorrow

A panoramic sight

Countdown til the morning

Hopeful...but not quite


November, 2020