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Falling
Tossing in my sleep
I fear falling
Falling from this life
Tenuously self created
Dependent upon the variables
Of a market economy
And the missed evil gaze
Of Capitalist predators
In high places
Who got where they are
By stabbing others in the back
Or deceiving those about them
Or stealing from the public
Or obsessing about work
To the detriment of their families
In the name of their families
Out of some perverted sense of purpose
Out of some dark urge to cannibalize their opponents
These monsters in high places
Steal away my sleep
As they steal away my labor
And suck the life out of my dreams
Leaving me to my rotting soul
Festering in the stench of capitalist decay
Wishing to sleep and never to wake
Astonished as the socialists of the east sell out
To the great green monster of the west
Knowing their impending disillusion
I sleep no easier anticipating their pain
When they realize that they have sold their souls
For an empty pot of gold
At the end of an ashen rainbow
A fairy tale of decay and death
In the promises of Wall Street.
- Stephen DeVoy, San Diego, 1993
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