Silent Song - Daniel Rossen

Exile on the hill, gardener in the mire, digging up a swamp, he’s rising from

the field, a mess of gold and green, a nightmare in the mud, and there you are.

Brat on borrowed ground, poser in the grass, tell us what you’ve learned.

Forbidding silent walls, and the beasts out in the bog sing a mournful song,

silent song.

Is this what you want?

Is this how you’d have it?

Never fear, I know there’s work here to redeem you.

Still it’s clear, there’s not a word that could save you.

If I had a chance to see the friends I’ve loved and lost I’d beg for their

return.

I dig until I bleed, drink until I rot, lord I know it’s wrong, so help me on.