Specter

Fingers tap

The silent hum

To watch

But will not drink

To stare

And shall not weep

The sweaty palms

A smile of faces

We offer

The drink,

Denial still

We cannot give

Nothing more

Pity.

There is no pity

A clash

Of voice and song

"The weak," he said

"will not prevail."

We offer

Nothing…

And nothing more…