Light, Lilting Poem

not a truckload of dead babies...

not a hopeless howl...

No!

a sweet, lyric, lovely air,

(step over that corpse there)

about sunshine and crystalline air,

Xanadu realized! 

(it must be somewhere)

window open, cool night breeze

(my friend turned out to be a sleaze)

Dream of Olwen!

(Night On Bald Mountain)

Monet's water lilies!

(Guernica)

Stop, I say! Thou shalt not halt my reverie!

(Def Con Three)