His time
Was better spent languishing
In the bittersweet foam
And bone-white silence

Beyond
The full-heart chorus of kin
Rife
With their myths
Of unfettered pride

His time
Was better spent
Drowsing in peace

Beyond
His fellow man’s lash
Their verse
Ever-lively, yet stale

His time
Was ensnared
Passive
And loyal to all

To the restless hordes
Who dared
To lend
Their hollow words