|Music: Fugue in E minor.
By Dimitri Shostakovich. Sequenced by J. Marques.
|Voices of the dead are all around
Everyone alive seems much less real.
The smoke and screams and bombs and blood surround me,
Enduring through the love I still can't feel.
Reality is rarely in the present
As truth and falsehood are defined by pain.
Nor can I stand one moment that is pleasant.
Sanity to me just seems insane.
Death is more attractive than a wife,
And loneliness a far less lonely life.
Yet I must turn and somehow live again.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon