a statement of witness

those echoes that we hear of worlds past sight
much can be made of even tiny groans
the ancient clashing of the river stones
and stories of the pent-up water's plight
another person might have fled in fright
at sound of just one of these painful moans
or just one vision of these wasted bones
under a rainy morning's hazy light
what we must say is not for you to guess
but just to listen and to pass along
to those who have the final rule to give
there is not much to add to this success
nor can we say that those who left were wrong
since all they wanted was to laugh and live