Memorial

Mothers would awake to feed their children our brothers would awake to mend their nets and sails mothers would awake to feed their children our brothers would awake to mend their nets and sails they had the boundless light of a new day dawning and a burning living driving will they had the light of a boundless new day dawning they had a burning living driving will meanwhile the old men sit on the top of a hill waiting through your legislation wading trudging through your debate about whether or not to send another hundred thousand young men and women off into the hurricane no taxation without representation we will not pay a toll in blood the old men were sitting on top of the hill while the younger ushered a place for both down by the creek singing they are following cold and fishing to their marked graves the old men sit on top of the hill of 58, 000 walking walking across the plain i am descending six feet underground you send me here every name every name upon this wall you send me here six feet under why don't you take a short walk walk out of your oval office walk out of the state house take a short walk across the lawn and descend to six feet under and read those names you're debating still debating whether or not to send me here you're debating you're debating whether or not to send more over there six feet under you really do carry my weight bats grazing in the lighted sky above our houses lightning bugs rising higher and higher bats grazing in the sky in the night sky above our houses lightning bugs rising higher and higher as the sun leaves behind as the sun leaves behind this valley this waking valley song a memorial oh six feet to be under you really did carry my weight the earth i confess is not made to our unhappy state and you're still debating debate debate what is this? a voice in his head a voice comes quick and it fades on it is this waking valley song archaic and bent with time it is this memory it is his memory.