All Bereft, This Chasm Cleft. Poem by Michael Gale

All bereft this chasms cleft...
Goes beyond, yon journey's left.

Olden days filled with chastened money...
Tortured ways of cash-mirrored sunny.

Golden cold-en Wintry blues, heard...
February days of Bison's, iced-grassy formed, herd.

Alas, the horrid train taken...
Death betokened, by one sadly, mis-taken.

Thy ticket punched, by erred conductor...
Dead of thine, the feeble deconstruct-or.

Wayward roads left led astray-ed...
Untangling, naught, thy unauthorized frayed, and afraid.

Recast the arrows uninformed...
Replace the role, once newly formed.