end of summer

choices never had been ordinary
until the strike fell sharply from the cloud
and then the city was an ossuary

we did not enter the monastery
to hide our faces from the milling crowd
choices never had been ordinary

so many horrors we had to bury
signs of all the crimes we were allowed
and then the city was an ossuary

bitter cold has eaten at the berry
with emptiness have we been all endowed
choices never had been ordinary

cursing those who had a while been merry
did for a passing moment please the cowed
and then the city was an ossuary

the fee is paid all must take the ferry
a whole society covered by a shroud
choices never had been ordinary
and then the city was an ossuary