by Joshua Cable '22
The social outcome is obscure
With that the teachers have endured
The exotic sunset of our days
Have written themselves to their graves
Oh I fancy fabric of old
With that I grew slightly old
I’m going mad to this day
Since I left that shallow grave
What I’ve seen is exactly that
A man, a woman, an old French hat
The are downsized with a thwack!
Terror rises in the streets
As love and hate take a seat
Symbolic matter is at hand
With arm and sand wrap up in band
Suddenly hammering is adjourned
As Beatles pounce out of sight
Blue Jay Way is a bright
The sunset that I see tonight
Oh love I must not see the day
When you are zapped and shied away
Once I comeback to the scene
My eyes are narrow to a degree
I see something new upon this thing
A broken piece of fabric string
A stricken look in her eyes
I finally see her disguise
A bird with bright green eyes so suddenly dry with sorrow
For she has turned herself away
Oh dear she fears today might be her last
Oh an unhappy day
That I have set aghast
The sunset finally sets
And all I see is black and grey