Hannibal Or Archival Poem by RIC BASTASA

AND SO archival, now with
his real name, not really
Hannibal as he was called
by most of those who do not
really know him, his roots
and his fruits.

and so archival became poor
and bald and homeless, who was
once an actor, a famous actor,
adored by so many,

and so he came home one day
penniless, and all alone, and
everybody in the place did not
recognize him anymore, until
he sang his favorite song and
when he became so weak because
of hunger and thirst, oh so
loveless and stinky and
misshapen,

and so he was once drunk with
his fame and power and
drowning with his money,

look at him, a rat, a piece
of junk, a wasted man,
a floor mat,
a rug, a garbage,

so used up, and plundered,
by his own pride, ruined,

and oh, how mother still
loved him, always asking where
he'd been, and if he is coming
back home
with us.