Peaceable Kingdom Revisited
I woke from a dream, soft gathers of light, distilled spirits at the edges, last vestiges of night
Wandered in from the wastelands, shining city on a hill; I’d visited before, when the illusion held still.
Slept with the lions; lunched with the lambs, before this peaceable kingdom came tumbling down
Now the eagle has landed, poached, plucked, and sautéed; the bear lies in waiting, his meal already made.
The Peaceable Kingdom–Edward Hicks