Desolate, you are now

much too much

like my home

I watched Pretend Cromwell

get guillotined

Screams of horror

echo in the halls

Much too much

like Daylight

where I lived

Funny how so scared

we are

by boogeymen

on a screen

but laud and are surprised

to find

our neighbors lives

falling apart at the seams

Memories are suspect

too many require proof

but I know

Daddy always got us

in the theatre for free

Gave away the bruises

when we failed to show

proper gratitude

Raze the buildings if you like

It’s much more than a dream