Imminent Disaster

Too much of sin
Of wine
Of enemies
Too many gambles and
Too many hard lines drawn
Hard times too
And cracks in walls
Through which one can hear
The baying of beasts
Jackal laughter
Women's sobs and
Imminent disaster
Too much of wine
Now old, unpretty
And in decline
Disappointed and at a
Loss
Too much of sin
Grant me more wine
Let me break free
The torment of love's
Unfailing design
Just grant me your laughter
And all your misgivings
Grant me your sobs
And Imminent
Disaster

By: Daniel Smallegange