The Night Watcher pleads
“Oh, say, say, say”
He slips each rotting corpse beneath gray epitaphs bread and water
prisoners of six feet, dirt, wood, fate
"Please speak, please say"
Mumbling under a thick dark blanketing the moon
The Night Watcher floats between stones
awing statues adorned with shiny gifts and flowery colors
trinkets of the worthy
kneels longer at dusty crosses
gives them spare bread
"Ha! Say, do say!" He laughs
pursuing conversation with the silent sleepers
No answer comes through the soil
applause of dead men silenced
crossed arms stiff in cramped coffins
The Night Watcher lays among strangers
counts the lone stars
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
The Night Watcher pleads
“Oh, say, say, say”
He slips each rotting corpse beneath gray epitaphs bread and water
prisoners of six feet, dirt, wood, fate
"Please speak, please say"
Mumbling under a thick dark blanketing the moon
The Night Watcher floats between stones
awing statues adorned with shiny gifts and flowery colors
trinkets of the worthy
kneels longer at dusty crosses
gives them spare bread
"Ha! Say, do say!" He laughs
pursuing conversation with the silent sleepers
No answer comes through the soil
applause of dead men silenced
crossed arms stiff in cramped coffins
The Night Watcher lays among strangers
counts the lone stars