Or did they leave their footprints on the Earth, Or were their last few bones exhumed and ground? And if we craned and strained, is that the sound Of their old shoes? Just echoes giving birth? When Finn is in his vale, do pipes still call To Danny Boy in Eden? Does the smell Of slivovitz still crest that piney dale? Do Men and mice (er, hampsters) still recall? KaMu! Does your bike still know the route? C-kun! Did I see you in the fields? Sparrow? Penguin? Are your nests still real, Or am I glancing upwards e'en at you?
I can't remember. Were you pulse-and-skin, Or were you Blake-light visions to begin?
