The Con Artists

The Con Artists

At first they laughed
At their smooth job
And joked how they
Had fooled the mob.

They loved the house
They had acquired;
Their lies had bought
All they desired.

The years wore on,
Food tasted bad,
Sleep came too hard
And they turned mad,

Not mad in ways
The friends could see,
But madness like
Life was off-key.

The words they said
Sounded remote;
Scared of a knock,
They couldn’t gloat

When thinking back
On their big con;
And when they rose
At early dawn,

Their hearts were bare
From self-deceit:
Another day
With nothing sweet.

~Day Williams