dust and smoke

in all the silences of dust and smoke
we find what's hidden is the truly plain
and all that's secret turns out one more joke

so much we thought was past we now evoke
as we still wait with patience for the rain
in all the silences of dust and smoke

green as the trust in those who were good folk
it now seems russet as the spreading stain
and all that's secret turns out one more joke

what now becomes a better sort of cloak
is given for the earning of true gain
in all the silences of dust and smoke

you think yourself a finer type of bloke
until you're forced to go against the grain
and all that's secret turns out one more joke

these are the remedies you have to croak
as there's no end to horror and to pain
in all the silences of dust and smoke
and all that's secret turns out one more joke