Silent and lost famine deep
flow the waters of mischief now
out over and beyond
flooded pastures of decay.
To find passage
through a sunken gateway
where once, secured in hope,
a boundary lay offering promise
of comfort to all who crossed.
Now fallen
from life\'s rusted hinges of neglect.
Here a heart called out for justice
in a meaningless jesture of faith
for the wind cussed and tore
at tortured ploughman hands.
Distant now calls a solitary raven
perched crazy upon fallen dreams.