For the Stage

And though we know all of the endings And though we say, These things I have seen And though these quiet pistol yearnings mark the cave string line Hollow us gently, fall away now

For on this green pasture stage, like so many forgotten smiles Residual answer and excuse reside - the lingering smell of spring May we not here find promises' couple? May we not scar blizzard lips with words and fires? And though we know all of the endings We may discover the everything of being in a glance And hollowing gently, fall away, reborn

Having spoken of need, the unwanted child