Alterpiece Coins in Loving Doubt and Regret

Fiscal grand dances like troubadours in concession
An allotment of persuasion like guilt for the grand design
Home and alacrity belts on personage and fealty coins
Dedicated to their Maker like stones in the passage
Marking the regret of the last vessel to call this place home

Do we have any reason to doubt that you made it this far?
Is there any assemblage in the coins of your growing treason?
Do we have air in which to greet your brave indulgence for tired piers?
Is there not a calm to your voice that makes us forget the living are lying?
We are all surrounded by deception. So, too, have you bled for this construction,
That wastes our cities, communities, and rural security. So, too,
Have you broken through the myth of allegorical despair and realized

This is all really happening. This is not a dream. They will all waste your words
Like a heart that has never suffered for one more day of life, or one more
Sacrilegious poet, sanctioned to live on an Isle of Remorse
Remember me, future tidal maps, for I do think of you
In hope and restitution, I greet you in my dreams with my panoply of structured pose