We followed the sprinkled signal
For as far as we could,
But the broadcast was lost
Not long after ourselves.
We sieved the airways
But to no avail,
Then decided to camp for the night
Before night pitched in first.
We rose in the morning
To a funeral siren,
But it wasn’t what we sought,
So we continued on,
And eventually found ourselves
Without that sound either.
In silence we hugged one another,
And saved our names
A voiced procession of well
Wishes and their blessings, these
Being the property of honest individuals
Respectfully discharged, and we
The tallied few who dared make our
March with those souls whose
Works did not require an uttering of praise.
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