GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music
II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin

3. And Back I Peer

How dim is time, that through the years
A lengthened shadow of our fears,
Like ripples in a garden pool from delicate petals falling,
Widens out and disappears.
Can echoes speak a newer truth? Through dusty corridors calling.
Disturb the dust; it fans out, up,
Like wispy smoke from out a cup.
Can ancient knowledge be applied?
Glue that's dark and dried
Must be steamed and stirred
The clarity of water, blurred
On standing long 'neath airy world.
Darts of ink are ever hurled...
They rust the sword and score the heart.
The brave, but rusty, gears must start
To turn again.

Thin and beaten marching rows,
Not stirring lines of deathless prose...
Yes, history can win your wars,
The cause of starts must be their end.
Looking back discerns no trend.
What's never won we must defend.

Fall on deaf ears...having heard it all before.
War is hell, because it's war.
Accomplish much and learn this lesson well.
No God is God on sunlit field, he's needed him more in hell.