how quick our dreams
become nightmares-
a petty betrayal

leads to tragedy
eternal..
woe unto us-

our hearts easily
duped
( a surreptitious noose)

a short rest
a tchick from jess
a loss of innocence

the pied piper
once more
places his pipe

the people abide
to melody
that calls to

the child in them
chilled-through
some-how-still

when the schools
from the bathing pool
(truants-too!)

come the little children
and they´re
dancing and laughing

(the pied piper
smiles the saddest smile
ever)

the people wake
from the dream
(or nightmare)

to see the line
snaking behind
as it shines

as it shimmies
and disappears
in the morning sun..

around the corner
and as one
on they ran

their cries!-
pray fine sir?!
take not

our children?!
stay our life
our reason

we implore
o lord
we beg fortune?!!

but when they
gathered
at the crossroads

there is nothing
gone!
only an unremarkable

mountain
without snow
or cloud

all-gone!
they wait..
for the birds-sing..