The Songs of Dragiven

By Cole Douglas Hennessy

Quietly peering behind the still drapery,

I glimpsed upon the evolving catastrophe.

Colorful posters and languages flooded in

Furious form from the alleys of Dragiven.

Every new pilot and shadowy officers

Carry a heavy recall of the prisoners,

Bondservants of the invasive philosophies,

Endlessly chanting maniacal melodies.

On this occasion, a shivery afternoon,

Failing to hypnotize me and the tired moon,

Marching in maddening moves through the avenue,

Dragiven’s populace molded a ballyhoo.

Nothing the challengers spitefully formulate

Alter the statue’s pre-specified coordinate.

As is expected, the rabble’s thin augury

Fails to disfigure the dominant effigy.

Everyone senses the statue’s mentality,

But the protesters still fight immortality.

Comfortably lasting for boundless millennia

Captured the mob in an infinite mania.

Entering into the senses, the statue is

Stalking in daydreams and nightmares it compresses.

Now they’re echoing the music of misery,

Locked in a singular moment in history.

By Cole Douglas Hennessy