Open the dead to help us translate all we
know:
Their words massed against likelihood of
loss
Faltering with fault or going with the
flow,
Piling up emblems or giving not a
toss
As they talk all the rage of their long-lost
town
Down in time, gripping the tale of their own
kind.
How foolish their plans so grand and
renowned
Passed on to us since of another
mind.
Listen to the dead in every word we
speak
Their lives more precious to some, and their
parish -
Their collects select and their speeches
peak,
Syllables partying lifetimes, nice and
lavish.
Only for us is day this wideawake
expanse
Us billions, too busy much to give them a
glance.
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