Last Call To December

Moving through the streets
With our flags at half staff
I pass the banners to rage
The crowds all wave on pass
Look around the faces for
A sign of welcome at last

And then I remember
The last call to December

We did this on our own
We hunted our own hunger
We did this on our own
We planted our own plunder
We wasted all our wonder

Papers blow on by the
Door to the empty hall
Soldiers stroll along the
Shoreline’s graying wall
Prayers escape once more
Before the coming nightfall

And then I remember
The lone nights in September

Driving through this night
See the white lines streaking past
I’m asking for a sign of spring
A daybreak that won’t be dashed
Monitor the fiction for
A dream of hope at last

And then I remember
My last call to December