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