Thank you's howl like
wind across the dead,
Howl dark and cold through trees that cannot
speak,
As none below has ears for what we say,
Nor can a smile crease a vanished cheek.
Killing lays all souls on one small
bed.
Yet we must thank you for ourselves, to
seek
One moment of forgiveness on our way,
Unloosing tears we weep but cannot shed.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Bewitched Hell. By Damiano Baldoni. Performed by Damiano Baldoni at the
Free Music Archive under an Attribution license.
