Pushing Palaquins Poem by Daniel Thomason

Aluminum sulfur
All for our wishes
Oil on rags
That give us no riches
Dreams that walk with us
Along a dark street
Dreams that sleep with us
While we sleep for a piece
Plastic aluminum bells
Choking from the palm is a sack
Like a vagabond who drifts near world's end
There is no chance of us returning back
But we do this for a wish
That comes after a dream
So when we hold out our hands and reach into abyss
Just know our intentions are much more then they seem.