Tuesday, 01 September 2009




What count are things not said
To those now gone astray -
The deafness of the dead
Keeps all our words away.

They do not try to speak -
The legends are untrue.
Its we who are too weak
To get our message through.

However loud we cry
Their gaze is still the same.
That cold unseeing eye
Says: Do I know your name?


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