O Desolate Desperation!

O desolate desperation! Do you not know it?

The slicing tears, the poignant fears?

More haunting and hounding than haplessness,

Their moaning and groaning I can hear,

If only it would stop!

But how you cannot feel it!

But how you cannot hear it!

Here the womb is tomb

In this worthless war!

O desolate desperation! Do you not care?

The bleeding gashes, the blinding flashes?

More ghastly and gauntly than gaiety,

They're knotting and rotting I know,

If only it would cease!

But how you cannot see it!

But how you cannot know it!

Here breath is death

In this brutal battle!

O desolate desperation! Do you not read?

The press's lies, the public's cries?

More unrelenting and undying than unhappiness,

There! Weeping and keeping I regret,

If only it would halt!

But how you cannot watch it!

But how you cannot regret it!

Here numb is come

In this nonchalant news!

O desolate desperation! Do you not feel it?

The incessant drones, the cruel unknowns?

More wretched and reckless than reason,

They are pondering and wondering I do believe,

If only it would end!

But how you cannot feel it!

But how you cannot believe it!

Here thought is sought

In this listless life!