theft of memory

here where they work in silver and in jet
ages of dust and tarnish tell the time
each shadow hides a memory of crime

none of us knows the purpose has been set
but cleans the dirt and wipes the wet and slime
here where they work in silver and in jet

it does not rain and we must not forget
the pilgrim's journey the long tiring climb
out of the darkness into the sublime
here where they work in silver and in jet