the lady in the corner
is missing a shoe
her face is obscured
her hands are too
yet her voice rings out clear
in a silent room
where the seats are all taken
though the mood is of doom
heavy and sad with a rallying call
it may have been farmyard
i’m not sure at all
it woke up the sleeping
it shook the half dead
that’s a cockerel’s greeting
somebody said
one after another the old
folks joined in
a few smiling faces at the
sound of the din
the whole room was filled
with the noise of a farm
so I joined in the chorus
what possible harm