“It Makes No Sense” ∼ by J.H. Johns & Paul Churchill Mann

Poem by J.H. Johns

Narration by Paul Churchill Mann

They
like;
acknowledged,
loved,
part
always
us;

on
be
time
up
or

were
for
worked
meant
those
to
see;

beacons
spirit
of
we
them.

stood
ignored
ridiculed
always
of
apart

we
them
there
we
or
over.

a
those
there
home
who
come

They
of
and
the
will

phantom
but
a
us,
from

counted
to
every
looked
out

They
home
who
they
for
struggled
and

were
the
symbols
dream-
miss