The anger fills the room in terse silence With clenched fists and ground teeth No words are spoken But a fire starts somewhere And another And another Until the spitting and crackling Devours the silent stern faces Of the violent hearts gathered here
I saw it then The pain that was woven In the very tapestries Of her heart I knew that, At the final call As the curtains drew The applause would be Defeaning And the grief Would shatter the world.