CPR

without music now
big with gasses the
sands of time pile
they said you didn't look well
as you sat there with
heart sounds
in your ears
you can't deny change or
stop the movement of things
 the man before a tank
is symbolic, yeah
but soft and brittle
the song you don't sing
won't be remembered
can't sustain anyone
the non-action of
a cheapskate
winter's going
through this self-doubt
thing like it's
forgotten it's might
I can't believe it's
learned restraint
is practicing mercy
doubt that very much
it's some kind of crisis
or indifference, a shirking of
it's duties, disillusionment
then it might
make
some sense.