"Bring out the dead!"
the man with the cart shouts
passing the cities and mist
of middle-ages earth.
"Bring out your dead!"
and we rush to obey you
for you pick the rotten flesh of memories
and take it away;
for you help us hide the shame
of our silence in front of murder
of our hands that did not move
to shed blood ere more blood be shed.
For naming our cowardice virtue
and pretending we couldn't know
we bring you the dead,
man forgetful and mad..
Now go with your cart!! GO!