A Tear In the Scream

© Jeffrey Hellman 1991


Here they come, the men in green

Taking away the music machine

They don't care what anything means

To them it's just a tear in the scream


Movies are shown, minds are blown

Repaired as they stare at the color of dreams

Whoever they were, whatever they've done

It matters not to what they've become


Oozing about, merging with style

There's nothing left of their humanly smile

They sow and they go, none of them know

The ends of their efforts put others below


No margin, no jargon, no light in the mind.

No mercy, no curtsy, no fanciful time

No Monday, no Tuesday, no June or July

No dancing, no prancing, no more surprise