It's the articulate, dominating action that  sunk the ships sails
waterlogged between the ears of gullibility


She worshipped in the pew of darkness
Her knuckles held with the potency  of frostbite
to his words that acted as misplaced passports to the unknown

"Those were not replaceable  tears" she said to her  dear makeshift husband
puppeteers would  be happy to script
and move her  hands in shadows of themselves
in the background to the script of their  own

Through the telling of his story
Betty Crocker  cooked his makeshift meal
and waited patiently at the sidelines
not realising that the race was long over.

she saw the mirage and kept driving as a passenger
as all applauded to the beauty of kin
scraps are welcomed by the famished
and where there's a light, a path must surely follow right?

bacteria grew unforeseen environment
and what was  once the  treasure,  was now  thrown to the curb
or so prince charming had missed his chariot that once await

as she drove off, the drivers wheel in both her hands

It's the articulate, dominating action that sunk the ships sails

However it was her, that aboard a different ship
and found the treasured sails to reform
something from the wreckage

A new start.