I dreamed that I overslept the Grand Assumption –
an event I hadn’t wanted to miss –
a revue of lost orders and their resumption
that took place up on the mound of a filled abyss.
I’d slept and was awoken by a hiss
that I took to be that of people going home.
I moaned to my pillow that I’d slept through the bash.
I’d await the commemorative tome –
limited release, no doubt, but I’d make a dash
to be the first in the procession of buyers,
who’d tell me which of each had been resumed
and describe the songs, the ceremonial pyres,
the staves, the sprites that had been pneumed and then repneumed.
And I’d hope that none of them were liars,
and could tell of the seat, the site that they’d assumed!