From here to June I watched and waited,
My final strength has dissipated
Amid the realms of smoke and ash
I listen for the melodic tune
The surging rhythm of the tomb
The rubbing of the canvas sheets
The scratching of the twisted beats
The marching steps of hanging oppression
The creaking of the gate and door
The thoughts of life will be no more
My knees are slatterned with the stone
No longer flesh, I am justly bone
With my own blood the eyes are blinded
Matted hair and grinding teeth
This is a pain no longer brief
Pungent death burdens this air
Crackling skin and flickering hair
At dusk the heap of lives refumes
As the weak from the night fail to awaken
The suffocating mist of breaths they have taken
The fathers and lovers grab collars and weep
The stinging of tears, the temptation of sleep
They lie and be beaten and trampled and mocked,
Further than was at the departure of home
Too intuitive, too real is this sickening moan.
The passage way opens and unveils a dim light
Fighting the journey, falling from flight,
Both paths untraveled, eroded and steep,
The earth, dotted with blood and tears,
Weakening chests with summiting fears,
This is the ruling voice of their land,
Grim and defeated is whisked at the sand,
The footsteps and gasps arise at dawn,
Terrored and trembling it bellows his song,
The life is so brief, the stay is so long.
