roaps are hanging
trums are banging
there he comes
the first of victims
walking silent
walking'n greef
walking steadily to his grafe
it is he that walking victim
first of victims he will be
hanging there among the people
hanging in his hanging grafe
all around him silent people
silence hangs without a word
it is loud
loud and clearly
greef is fallign from the trees
tears are falling
leafs are falling
lieying at the dead man's feet
people leave
and there he hangs
first of victims he was once
now no more he is than this
no more than a lousy poem
no more than a lousy song
no more than a lousy thought
a thougt floating away