STYX'S THE KEY

You may enjoy The Maypole around
& burst your lungs for all they're worth.

Nature will pass without a sound
planting a death with every birth

She has no patience with Ignorance
or Knowledge, Right or Wrong:

Blindness Man's unguiltly faithful dance

--Deafness her droning Song

And if She cannot shut us up
with all her life & drone

then She turns dumb to th'drunken Hope
playing our so desperate Alone

You know it well: All of your sprees
will soon be fizz & nothing remains...

after those wars to end all wars: The Peace
washed off by any th'seasons' rains

with ease.