Exile

where gossip once flowed in the coffee shops and sums were not measured in gigaflops at dawn peaceful stillness often ruled there now but memory mixed with thoughts and prayers always comfortable in our own skin every judgment not a battle to win lost in the fog of this wandering realm sailing forward with chaos at the helm an eye for eye, tooth for tooth, do likewise life and death became daily exercise cost of living has different meaning since misguided missiles went careening full of guilt and fear til our days are done constantly searching for home, finding none