I built an empire for her
and watched in disbelief
her mutiny take hold.
She kissed tenderly lips not mine
and tossed a coin to us
a stupid game of chance
wagering everything I built
and we once stood proud in.
The silver streets were dyed with golden light,
not lamps from the night before
Golden fire scattered like corn to the streets
we must of looked like a solitary burning star
fallen to the dark earth.
In the morning I survey the smoky ruin
and my smile rises with the soot
And I remember building a path
to this heap of ash
Each stone I laid with striving hands
And never did she accompany me
to the quarry, or whip the ox to
pull a cart, or carry me home
when the ruthless day conquered me,
No, she just stood there under her giant oafish hat
and watched in amusement,
Shielded from the sun she was as cool
as autumn breeze,
I as hot as desert sand
And nothing in-between.
This morning as I saw her blackened back
disappearing into the distance
I sat down on this empire of hot rubble
and played a game of chance
A toss of a coin to the still wind.