You Were There

Salt taste
tears
came 
drooping
down
upon my
lips
The last
day
I remember
I could
say
You were
there

Detachment
to save
sanity
and 
unify
conformity

The Devil
Evil
was blamed
for an
innocent
heart

A Rich
vain
view
directed
your 
attention

Missions
an occasional
act
of
philanthropy
a Political
Contribution
appeased
your
family's
conscience
As you
set sail
from Newport Beach
on a weekly
Sunday afternoon
Excursion

Sips
of wine
familiarization
of
Caviar
deadens
the senses

Yet as
the
deep
dark
  soot
forms
on 
Your precious
vessel
the heart
you
possess
begins
to
manifest
a shield
to the
truth
to what
is right
creating
a
muzzle
to
that still
small
voice
that 
serves
as
a
reminder
that
you were
there