Innocence is lost in a tiddlywink
no longer humming a swing song
waning years of hard waxing wrongs
whirling without a smile or blink

listen to lamenting reggae voices
calling back our selfie primal pleas
while rhythm beats grind fear free
changing up the down deep choices

how many many moaning hours
must be hung out to cry, and dry
bellyfull of empty and waiting to die
piled higher than the towers of Babylon

-cec