The Silent Chorus

This is the time for all but sunset

and this is the time to hang our sorrow up in cedar trees

this is the time for dreams procession

and this is the time to gather at tables aloud with memory

of our lost play and childish pageantry

This is the time for lost abandonment

and this is the time for stupid whores and drunken malady

forth earning keep through joyless tragedy

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