The man gazed at the changing hues of sunset.
The darkness was full of ghosts.
Alone, tormented by his moveless woe,
What hope had he, in the shadows of despair?
Farewell the land of Babylon-
You may not see him again.
Farewell the rivers of Babylon-
He may not see you again.
Grief in silence, in everlasting pain.
Blurred are the faces and the voices are low.
People are gathered in a crowd
Unaware of each other’s trouble or joy,
A multitude of separate hollow poles.
He recalled the family gathering around
The fire on a cold winter night.
The warmth of affection gave them joy.
Those warm winter nights are gone now.
Lastly, he walked to his bed and lay down.
