Dead Not Done

Why is the voice remote

If it follows every place you go

Underneath your feet, the break,

Above the road is smooth and great.

Why is the dead not done? Why is the dead not done?

Can you meet the waiting one?

Why is the dead not done?

We followed the talking for much too long

The beating of earth by a desperate throng

We all were the leaders who, silenced, led

While the talkers were saying what the listeners said.

We could not move, we could not fight

We were arrested by the sight

Of angels at infinite heights

And the coming and going of light and time