Prophecy at The Hotel Cala

They were having a pillow paucity

at the Hotel Cala before I left.

About eighty had burst in the annual fight

and they called me in, sense-bereft.

Is there any point to anything?

they were asking basically. I said,

Yes, you caballeros, there is,

the losing caballero’s head.

Is that why all the pillows broke? they asked,

and I added, Precisely, as well,

The world must yield and embrace good losers

or be blown to downy Hell.