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

65. Untitled (A soul)

A soul cries to express
And tortured into silence dies
A thousand deaths.
And after each it tries
again to live its thoughts
To words.
And in the silence
Many headed herds
of clumsy thought
Are pulsed And waved
To tempt the roar,
A stillness dearly bought
And never used.

Such fine thoughts-a soul.
Such dreams-a soul.
Housed in the animal form
and paying a toll
As horrible as betrayal of self.
So clumsily housed-so finely wrought
The owner learns the lesson taught
But must be sad-and keep it to himself.