It had been a comin’ In her thousand yard stare, her Gainsboro hair, The quivering hands that shivered in the air And babbling lips between mouthfuls of soup.
Standing still, close your eyes and listen. Even the wind has left. Can you feel them, Forgotten thrills, their homes bereft?
Gabriel’s horn cracked the heavens from side to side, The roaches scattering in a fright, The stillborn dreams of the mortified Laid to rest amidst their plight.