Cue a wave of gasps from the gallery
As the leading man, up on stage he cries
Emotion pouring into eulogy,
Dead words rising for loves no more alive.
We trip headlong into the tipping tells,
Triumphant in his unexpected loss,
And he’s resigned to meet the rising swells
Turning his heroic face to meet us.
We had no qualms and dealt his fragile soul
Crushing blows a man’s soul could scarce sustain.
Applauding his skill, ignoring our cold
Look to our hero, echo the refrain.
What can we to but comply with the real?
What can we do, for God denied his appeal.