Today’s the day the words won’t meet the page,

Nor will the lyrics fasten to the air.

The actor stands upon the empty stage

And bows before an audience not there.


Today’s the day the wren hunts down the hawk,

The hare bolts to the gorse to flush the fox.

Upon the cliff the eagle strips the nest

And lets the eggs fall down upon the rocks.


Today’s the day when nothing can be done,

And all the hours are crushed under the weight.

Now each must slow before they seek to run

Into the fractured dawn that’s made them late.


Before the ice incites the flickering flame

The victim offers up their tortured name.

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