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

20. Condolence

In seven silences I bled for you.
The constant stirring and the vanity
Six-many choruses for bidding true
The challenged scythe stroke of that gravity.

Songs, five, fortune cries out low
And taking handles on the slanting deck
The beauty of a moving falls below,
And cries to four, "beware the wreck!"

Beware, the three can come to God
And strike the silence mistily
Can even seek the palling mud
And traffic deep in mystery.

Oh two, by love, by honor bound
For one whose hand was clenched
By forces, uttered not a sound
And summoned hope to be entrenched.