The Morning After Woe

poem 364

The Morning after Woe ‘Tis frequently the Way Surpasses all that rose before For utter Jubilee As Nature did not care And piled her Blossoms on And further to parade a Joy Her Victim stared upon The Birds declaim their Tunes Pronouncing every word Like Hammers Did they know they fell Like Litanies of Lead On here and there a creature They’d modify the Glee To fit some Crucifixal Clef Some Key of Calvary