Requiem for the Old Man

Panting with palpitations of Need

he rushed to satisfaction's vision quest

to be filled with promises on the run

the momentary glut of what he sought.

But there at the table of choice

the sweet promises passed him by

and he knew then the Old Man's death

was hovering o'er the pall. 

At this moment of stark realization

his Want died and the Old Man sank.

Peace settled o'er the scene of dying

and the eager mourner was himself.

"Done! It's done!" was the plaintive phrase

circling with Alleluias in the air.

Twas no dirge sung for children at play

but for blindness long covering his heart.

The paroxysms of desire passed with "Thanks!"

as the masturbating pleas of Satan waned.

"And all manner of things shall be well", she said,

"All manner of things shall be well."