• A quiet catastrophe
    A pale stare
    And a numb word
    Can take you there
    Hadn’t you heard?
    The siren blare?
    Singing like seraphs’ talk
    With nary a care
    Save you, lamb who left the flock
    So you wouldn’t have to share
    So you could be cured
    But you know it isn’t fair
    Because it was a numb word
    A pale stare
    A quiet catastrophe