today while the blossoms
still cling to the vine
i’ll taste your strawberries
i’ll drink your sweet wine
a million tomorrows
shall all pass away
are we forget all the joy
that is ours today
and the people bow and prayed
to the neon god they made
and the sign flash out its warning
in the words that it was forming
and the sings said "the words of the prophers are
written the subway walls and tenement halls"
and whispered in the sounds of silence
the sound of silence
gregorian
master of chant i