last dance in Valhalla

An older work, posted due to some inspiration today.

last dance in Valhalla

is there room for a man on Olympus?
I doubt it. the address sooner or later
slips out and everyone moves to the other
side of the room or wants a dispensation
or just to burn offerings at your feet.
I'm so goddamn tired of being more
than a man in so many eyes. eyes that
should love, not adore. tongues that should
share, not sing hymns. weeping in the
silence brought by fears of others? is it wrong
to want to no longer be alone? to be able
to know someone who doesn't think that
to sit in the same room for an hour
will diminish them? unfinished
business. kindness damned. doors slammed
when you try to ask for a cup of sugar and
they think you're trying to start a new religion
or something such as that. veils that lie
heavy on the eye, veils that lay heavy
on the heart. and no one left to talk to
but the vultures. I do not want this cup,
Father, unless it contains hemlock.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.