Lower The Dow Bows Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Lower the dow bows.
And quickly dips,
Of stocks traded...
Unexpectedly seen to slip.
To find invested retirement funds,
Threatened to fade...
From where they sat to sit.

Lower the dow bows.
Leaving those rich becoming frantic.
To witness their futures flip,
On advised but not wise market tips.
And as the dow bows like a sinking ship.
Those aboard who can afford this,
Are told the winds shifting are not permanent.

Yet those left to drift,
To push carts to collect bottles and cans...
On a daily basis sniffing remnants of hope,
Are far from yachts and greedy folks...
Floating along panicked,
By a dow bowing lower to evaporate slowly...
Visions of pretentions they cling onto not to go.
Although keeping their nervous concerns limited.

'Monroe? Monroe? '

~Yes. I am here.~

'I heard loud splashes,
Coming from the other side of the ship.
What's going on?
Are the servants there,
Stocking the ship with caught lobster, shrimp...
And other fish? '

~Uh...not exactly.
Some of the crew have decided to jump overboard.~

'Oh? How nice.
To take an afternoon swim?
In waters that begin to rock,
As the Sun grows dim?
How brave! '


~Hmmm...
Let's say,
Those that did this wish to see...
Just how close to the shore they could be.~

'Well...
Hopefully they will return and not be late,
To participate in game night.
And be dressed to serve the guests appropriately,
Cocktails on the upper floors.'

~Decks.~

'Decks. Floors, whatever.
Why are you being testy and insolent? '

~My eyes have been fixed on the dipping 'bow'.~

'My eyes have been fixed on the bow AND the helm.
Okay?
And I'm telling you,
Both ends are needing improved maintenance.
And Monroe it's up to you to get the crew to see this.'

~I think they already have.
That's why you have heard those loud splashes.~