some meaning must inhere in what’s not said
by any of the folk who claim our time
with words as filled with music as with slime
and promises to scare off all the dread
that’s come upon us now the wiser head
knows what is common and what things are prime
those measures suited for a harsher clime
like ours now that the heroes are all dead
so that we listen all the claimants shout
enough to shake the earth and raise up high
those who have passed beneath the heavy soil
but none of us knows what it’s all about
or can discern small truth from the big lie
without expenditure of too much toil
