Donor Cozeners

Donor Cozeners by Odin Roark Seduction eased into town long ago, Thought to be natural. It was Praised as stability, It was Embraced as destiny, It was… Procreation ruled the nights, Delivery rooms the days, Time passed and like flies to a sugar fix, Victory swarmed Bank tellers on payday, Local bars on Friday night, Churches on Sunday. Workweek habits continued, Sexual harassment ‘round the water cooler, Ass kissing ‘round the bosses, Entitlement ‘round the calling-in-sick phone. Then something happened. Times got rough, Unemployment rose, Businesses shut down, Preachers sought donations elsewhere, Enticement stumbled out of town. Darkness lured memories of enticements, Cob webs hung furtively, Tying unlit lamp post to shattered neon signs, Side streets to alleyways, Locked doors to broken windows. Summer storms passed over, Leaving muddy puddles, Their rippled reflections But gurgling echoes to the moon. Goodbye waves of regret. Today… Not far down the road, A new infestation of passionless hunters Perfect their duplicitous smiles, Awaiting yet another bounty of ignorance For buying into the inducement Of both flight And fright, Believing this, Believing that, Unaware that allurement Is barbed with many disguises. Hopefully… Conscience will remain conscious Never forgetting that on a clear night, Or a dew covered sunrise, Deception’s abalone color Will flicker from the incandescence of Beguilement’s lure, Turning tomorrow’s entrapment of dreams, Like the broken wings of flies, Fractured rainbows are sucked Into the black hole of deceit.