“End of Dream” by Don Colgan


At the precise moment
When every song
Wails a mindless drone,
When poetry breaks
Into atoms of
Meaninglessness,

When every game
Ever played,
Every gambled bet,
Every lie exposed,
Melts like chocolate
Inside a car in August--

At this instant
All fortune
Misfortune
Cosmic dreamlessness
And the color black

Sleep on the head of a pin,
And the mystery of life
Is solved.