bingo

 

and his tears blew over
his life a blown up debris
of once a dream shared with a giant
with feet too big head too high
the giant took his hands together
crushed the little beetle dreamer
and his sadness blew up like another burst of fireworks
like a sorrowful ocean to be fed with chaff
and we all who watch and catch the flurries
of glorious remorse
wonder which way was right
which wrong which way do we like