it’s been quite

quiet

on Eilean Mòr/ but I paid my tribute to amphibious armies/ buried the critter with roadkill requiem/ watched through the eye of a needle/ how the bomb-cratered garden glows after dusk/ how Magda Goebbels mix tears with cyanide/ in joy in glory/ slowly walks the night/ and I speak no words in this debate/ I've been quite quiet since this charade/ quite quiet after the grey parade/ but

screaming

through this daydream masquerade!