When Monsters Call Out The Names Of Men by Gary Wassner


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Of the lost and the found,
who will remain?
Of the free and the bound,
who dares stake a claim?
Of the cat and the hound,
who dreads most the sound
Of the silence that beckons,
from the darkness unbound?
Assay it you must, for the choices are clear,
Think not that its absence leaves nothing to fear.
When you hunger the least, your need is most dear,
Pay heed to the voices that so few can hear.
Seek ye those places you still can defend
When monsters call out the names of men.