Words witless, broken, moaning,
Hanging on a thread of thought,
Spontaneity spoiled,
Meaning evaporating like dew,
Never lasting longer than dawn.
Day breaks down,
Darkness toils,
The spoils of emptiness
The lasting abundance,
The old grandeur lingering
In the ruins of memory,
One last daylight shuddering
In their silence,
The final word,
The privilege of innocence
Renewed by death,
In no need of words
To be heard.