Wait Poem by Hannington Mumo

Wait until the nastiest is all passed,
When vanities vanish to the very last;
Till the lesser wine's completely spent
And the asker's knee is contritely bent.

Wait until ridiculers' wallowing dies down,
When Pheasant wears her proudest gown;
Till all slighter faiths have wholly fizzled out
And supplicants are beset by the vilest doubt.

Wait until all lightheaded guessers' wager fails,
When disingenuous flatterers exhaust all tales;
Till less authentic friends have packed and left
And swells the slim line between daft and deft.

Wait until all of corporeal creeds has absolutely faded,
When perish all null faiths only by carnal seeing aided;
Till the penultimate wave's whip grows immemorably dull
And Ancient Oppressor's hooks all the more ominously cull.