Yesterday and I--- A deafness sad and rare - When you hear the word - but miss the accent and stress...

For an angel calls ... But they mock:
'Thunder'
So you slam the coffin lid over your
face under the rock.

You have no wish to cry about
Syria... Syria...Syria...
-Ah, God! ...sails lap up the 
Mediterranean gale.
Seas rail.

A hum in my ear
(I have no theory regarding storms)
So I dream and feel a folio of history
Turn to stone...
Syria... Syria... Syria...
An angel can't help !