Of what decay of decline must a man climb
Where inmate traits imitates honor and grace
Can sun feel such heat from such cold defeat?
As relentless cost forever’s erases retreat
And where waiting answers have been annealed
In the darkest of all black bar fields
In prayer of answers shall it one day come
In sunshine fields of raining dung
And loneliness pukes out any friend
In an eight by ten
Come six foot ends
