Let The Doves Cry Out

Let the doves cry out,

Let the mocking birds repeat.

Let the buzzards feast,

Let the hawks return.

Let the humming birds sing,

Let the pigeons march.

Hoist up the flag,

Drape the banners.

Lower the casket,

Cover the mirrors.

Dig the dirt,

Place the stone.

Cry the last call,

Haul the last thought.

Cry the last plea,

Sit down, he was only me.

© 2008 David Greg Harth

08.02.07.17:18:18@599NYC