Many duplicates are insensible, to
some laid logs which to pile on their stacks
Begone!
Ahead of others, grow to follow
creatures, each to their final steps
To rest. God forbids!
No complaints of any noise
unheard to respond, the
Elephants, who leave without a will
For any bereaved to listen, refer
by paying a visit to the bone-yard.
Further vanishing birds had no trace
nor opinion.
That mix to feel a so-called no exist
Shouldn't we!
Enough for you among us is playing your
timeless harp, tuning the dust storm
Setting us under ancient skies' incomparable
Grandeur.
Scale Fixing 