Michael McGuire The Cry
THE CRY
Burn the sky, oh hear the cry.
And keep this breath, unto your song, the air to sing, for winter long
Bury the bone, the earth does groan.
And keep in step, with working tread, for joyous life, for anguished dead.
Silence must die, oh voice the cry.
And know this right, for all to tell, let heaven’s voice, shake the depths of
hell.
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