Indeed I Am Afraid Poem by John Scully

I have heard the smoulderings
and the sighs from those thin flat stones
where the humble touch everywhere
at what is clear and clean.

I have seen what passes through
the bits of filth in hovel doors
when days and months of tussles strife
are driven ever miles away.

I have lived through them all
of bustling chatter of half-living things
and war and men and giants of the sea
with darkness where no virtue shines.

Do not think no strange new fate befalls us
or no divisions of the seasons
it's they who lie dead and trampled
those heroes, those valient souls who reasoned why?