The Lost Baton Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

…when there's no one left to protest
…when there's no one left to blame
…when there's no one left to target
…when there's no one left to name

…when there's no one left to barter
…when there's no one left to pay
…when there's no one left to reason
…when there's no one left to pray

…when there's no one left to matter
…when there's no one left to care
…when there's no one left believing
…when there's no one left to share

…when no one's left to pass it on
…when no one's left unbled
…when no one's left to sing the songs
—forgotten are the dead

(Dreamsleep: March,2021)