Bulwark

You were the last bulwark of my dreams,
And now you, too, have tumbled down into the dust.
You, too, are no more than a broken lie.
      Something
      came between us
      green and slimy
      like sickly laughter
      and a bowl was broken
      from which
      we could not drink thereafter
      and we turned around
      and threw
      the shattered bits
      upon the ground
      and went our separate ways
      into the town
      and a clock
      somewhere in a tower
      boomed out slowly
      hour after hour
      a great cracked
      broken sound.
You were the last bulwark of my dreams,
And now you, too, have tumbled down.