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