For Bob Dylan
Ramblin' Bob Dylan Blues
(For Bob Dylan)
Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears
slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears
where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears
while prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears
We shatter and scrape on demented knees
Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees
Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze
That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze
I know now what I need never have known
Of hope that was trampled before it had flown
Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown
The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown
A hope so fragile that its wings were of brittle glass
Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class
Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass
Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass
For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away
To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray
'Tis then when sewn eyes shall behold that doleful day
When all shall tear at each other while on demented knees we still shall pray
For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit
That's wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit
While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner's defeat
Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat
From that drenched battle-ground where blood flows through a sieve
And love's lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve
From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave
Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand, leave.
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
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