Cacophony
Be it all the ways we divide
Be it the loudest voice in the crowd
That pleading stomp stomp. Be it
the 'Yeehaw'
The torpid cacophony we are afraid of
May it succeed this time
If we're lucky
Yes, only if we're lucky
To speak, perchance to choke
on all of this pride, finally
She was raven haired,
there in the lot
Silver coin on the ground
No, not even the strongest