Whimpers and Bangs

What is a business
But the shared dream
Of numbered souls
Who strive to forge
From the tenuous wisps
Of imagination
A changed world?

Can it's death be less than
The shocks and tremors
The loss and tears
Of dreams once shared,
Now shattered with
Reality's rising sun?

The whimpers of hopes
Now gone
Uttered in quiet rooms
The murmurs of
Court room conversations
And judge's pondered rulings?

We mourn the loss
Shocked by unseen endings
That arrive in quiet whimpers
Though we may wish to go
Out in bright loud bangs
The vision slowly slips
The world is left
Unchanged