Last Call For Dion by Jordon Neal

What connection do we share?
A bond that is
impenetrable.

Perhaps you are a mobster?
or you owe the IRS tons.
Not like, you’d ever pay!
Because your day is soon
To come.

You must be a renowned philanthropist,
Who uses an alias, so sacred we dare
Not speak. Homeless children,
Now feed in your name. The gods
Revel in their creation, wishing
They hadn’t made something so
Imperfect.

I wish to know more of
this myth or legend that tells tales
Of your heroic decisions. Maidens
Whisper your name
With quick reprise;
A sort of lustful cultist chant,
Wanting to bathe in
Your voice.

But when that lady rang my phone
Speaking those harsh, sweet nothings.
She whispered, so sweetly
“Can I speak to Dion?”
I was livid.