Empty crumbling wards echo the sighs Of the countless souls possessed; Their solemn footfalls no longer measure The length of their tormented lives In endless, aimless peregrination Along the overgrown pavements.

No more the thousand-fold, The regimented herding; No more the human industry, The impersonal caring care; No more the sanctuary austere, No more… no more…

And so the silent screams Bear out the tragedy Of hopes now dashed, abandoned; The future offering but little To ease the burden of pain and fear, The alienation and the sorrow. [1993]