Adkins, Mapless

It's all lost
as Adkins said, it's all gone now
and in a new year
we will celebrate all those unheard voices
who thought
they might have something to say

we knew better
all along ... knew it was hype
& some of it hope ... things
we wanted for our own reasons
things we thought
might be important

and I'm in for a big fall
humpty dumpty on Scarritt
wondering if anything
is really important

it's all lost, Gary.
You're not here. Maybe I'm not either.
I am tired of my excuses—this,
I presume, is me.
What else can I think,
this cold awful day
with the voice of suicide
singing of hope & fear
though it's perfectly obvious
fear is the trump card