CAN YOU NOT HEAR

The chatter of magpies in the sky
Running scared
Won't inflate that souffle that was
Windy as whether cocks in conviction
Worth nothing but airs
Thoroughly ratterling the shutters
Which stay revival shut,,,.
Sad news so monotonous it's boring awful

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which has gone out
Not to reflood again the same:
The spirit will revive
But not return
As a twinkle of till ringing
Creation input in place of output.