Marred

 

Soon the minstrels departed

Announcing their exodus

With a secondary heart

This was their custom

Their ancient myth

To sing and sonata

The expectation

From another way

 

We search the naked streets

Defying god

And denying

Our very will

Its silence is ours

Its opposition

Our enigma

Soon we will be mere dust

Dust soon to be

And mirrored there

Beside the tree

We will fall asleep

And walk in the cool of the day

again