BY DR. AGONSON
The man begins his quest with silent, whispered groans,
a type of wordless plea from deep within his bones,
the marrow calling out before his blood is shed
unto the judge of all the living and the dead
No answer seeking, here silence keeping,
his body's weeping to heaven goes.
To heaven's God are offered all his woes;
here on he plods where heaven only knows.
Tale Told 