The resonance that rebounds back from the
outer bounds of the canyon,
Looping into a hopeless cacophony of resolute sound,
Startling the desert creatures (they stir from their caves)
Amid the rubble and shrubs of that gorging gully—
A pit which seems to descend into the endless bowels of the Earth.
Our voices go, to transient places, they don’t neglect a stone,
In this foul pit, over miles and miles, they traverse the plains and roam;
In time our voices ascend to a strong, feverish pitch—
All for the sake of being carried over this abysmal ditch—
Where we have seen you fall all those seasons ago,
Oh, yes, my child; why did you have to go?