no need to mention all that has
been told
those sighs that pass when so much
has been said
to fill not time but worlds entire
with dread
but this belongs they tell us to
the old
not those who in those ranks have
been enrolled
to fight hard battles for a little
bread
not wondering what happens to the
dead
nor why they take such risks for
tawdry gold
now we must ask for mercy and
receive
what gifts we can and hope for
something more
while there is light right here
where no dogs bark
as the earth turns while soft
voices deceive
and not so gently we are shown the
door
and told to take our guerdon in the
dark