The Layers of Language

He wore a suit dark with discernment He smiled as if laughter were tears His eyes showed a hint of that moment When one triumphs despite the fierce fears. He sang with his lyrics lamenting The blindness of unblinkered men The grief made him almost demented There was no one there to cry out,Amen. They imagined he hypnotised women! Oh, he had the magnetic eye. But ,in a dark sea ,he was swimming There was no father to say to him,why? He saw through the layers of language The word of god was conserved in new forms Hearing it gave him great anguish But deafness allows devilish harm. It’s an illness to be sad when we lose; We must stay calm and keep smiling along Our defences keep out any muse And ignore wilful acts and dark wrongs. He drove alongside the river one night And threw all his medications down there “I weep as it’s getting so late. If I go down ,I shall scream my own prayer” He ‘s wry, melancholic and blue He’s slight and he’s thin with fine hands All of his lyrics are true We can see his face carved by demands.