a broken image

there are so many words but few with weight

to break the glass and let the spirit go

just where it will we set them in a row

giving them due force early now or late

to be our keepers else to fly the gate

laughing at us since bodies move too slow

while thought and speech are rapidly in flow

though not able to carry the full freight

of what we found there is no evidence

left here today for others to enjoy

nor could there be given what we were told

needed the doing and in fullest sense

had been achieved by branding truth a toy

and turning all our hopes suddenly cold