last man standing

now we awaken into one more fear

with weight of darkness and the endless sound

of frogs and insects as they still expound

their nightly messages no doubt sincere

at three o'clock though we could never care

about such matters for unholy ground

and chilly water their secrets propound

and somber mysteries move through the air

sleep is no shelter from the stalking ghost

of duty that observes no waiting time

but must alarm us at an early hour

so we discover there is no sure post

on which to rest no guard against the crime

that brought us waking here in fullest power