He lies
Beneath leagues of earth
Desperately clawing
Calling
With all of his might

As church bell’s toll
In their passing grief
Like a dwindling fog
In a high noon’s wrath

On they all go
First solemn then swiftly
For the morrow
And the promise it yields

As the fast-forgotten
Dissolves
To a final and futile gasp
Unwound
By the passage of time