We draped ourselves in the failures of others
we hung ourselves on youth
in all the small places the people whispered
"there go they, pariahs of the dead faith,
stumblers in the dark...
watchers of bruised and battered hearts"
the news of it flowed swiftly from the cities
coursed through towns and markets
to eddie in the wild hills
and seep into the living hollows
there go we, alone
the last true believers of one another,
and an intoxicating madness we could not hold