Scatter me, for I am proud.
In the imagination of my heart
Resounds applause in the dark—
Laughter unlit, coiling cigarettes—loud
Taciturns auctioning art.
Unnoticed in my peanut-crunching crowd,
I Melmoth-Wander avowed—
Consecrated to my chains—the show starts.
I seek her, and, they aren’t wowed.
My Elizabeth, I hope, won’t depart—
Impatience is my bit part.
They leer like they’re Past-It and want it Now’d.