I hear a rumor of humanity
Echo slowly over distant hills;
An almost splash of almost life that spills
Out of a floating vast inhuman sea.
It carries unused possibility
Out of dead towns whose groaning textile mills
Sleep ever on in black/white frozen stills
Untouched for all dusty eternity,
And dumps it on my ears that cannot hear
Except in whispers, and who cannot leave
To search it out - must let it pass me by,
And cannot even shed a single tear
Nor take the opportunity to grieve
But only stand and listen - and ask why.
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