Empty Chalice

Once it was like waiting for Godot - a timeless event of 

fond reminiscing - and a stage free of cluttered events; 

but here it is omniscience - with no escaping the drear 

consequence of foreboding & misgivings worn thin - a 

rotting-flesh sense that somebody’s time is almost up - 

that isn’t an easy state-of-being, not as an honourable 

denouement to merely jested-at ambitions, we wanted 

no more than our entitlement by any braw reckoning 

But it is said we had temerity in knowing the difference 

between what we were given and that due - as if we’d 

expressed expectations like terms of an act of criminal 

intent, and too clearly as criticism of authority; heaven 

forbid, its clear to any but beholder’s eyes bearing the 

undisguised and empty chalice we were presented 

© 21 April 2015, I. D. Carswell