Frail hinges pivot On a case's door 

Commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change with occasion
Cellophane encased Displaying paper Certificate Credit years of
service A tool of central enterprises The early hope For permanence
The words the rings Consistency And Social security The miracles high
tragedy A thought mistaken for a memory Dress lengths assassinations
Fractured family ties and christenings Local posts will list your
friends In order of disappearance Lawn scattered tins feed birds The
portion baked For absent guests The mass edition icon God sent comfort
Your salvation But who grants absolution For sins that never were
committed Tension makes a tangle Of each thought becomes Inconvenience
Sound never penetrate sThe servile edges break and faint A thought
mistaken for a memory Clear the dust From smiles in boxes Pass the
patterned wall Recall their voices.


In the quiet morning 

There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

She once walked tight at my side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew

That in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound