Down In the Dumps

Down in the Dumps Fog everywhere I’m walking on a mass of corpses sludge of soft rotting soil. Sinking deeper, arms and legs embracing me as I should be one of them. In a lake of loss I swam ashore, a soup of death, banks of bones, a woman in white helped me up... she too was the haze and disappeared. I totter in a desert of nothingness. I heard footsteps behind me the death wanted me to return to the lagoon of reconstructed dreams. Heart pounding, but there, by a horizon, dawn and sun of life warmed my face, but only briefly. The sky rained blood of the evicted. Drops were rubies and in each one the nucleolus of my lies and delusion engraved. Inundated I stopped could not go on, how do I get free of barbed wire of melancholy?” Whispering voices: “You ****ing loser.”