Raving on the shores of starry nights
While time drags off in clouds athwart the moon
I hear the thrum of angel wings in flight
And know my time is coming all too soon.
If there is passion in this darkling city
Ere concrete hearts can soon enough be tried
Then bricks will fall to breaches and for pity
Beggar, thief and victim won’t survive.
And I can write my voice upon the river
And cast my words upon the barren page
But no one else will hear above a whimper
For no one wants to watch an empty stage.
Ah, Internet! it’s you can hear our voice
And in community of print rejoice!