Interlude, We Wait

AND WHAT INDEED CAN WE CONLUDE
IN ALL THAT IS THIS INTERLUDE,
THE CHEEK INDEED AND DOWN RIGHT RUDE
DESIGNS TO WHICH WE EACH ILLUDE

A WHALE WASHED UP ON THE BEACH
IS ALL THE VISION OF THIS BREACH
THE GENERATIONS WE CAN’T TEACH
OF WHAT THIS WORLD SHOULD MEAN TO EACH

TO EACH BE STRANDED, EACH ALONE
EACH BAFFLED IN A PLACE CALLED HOME
EACH DOES NOT COMPREHEND THE TONE,
THE WEIGHT THAT LIES BEHIND THIS STONE

THIS, QUITE INDESCRIMINATE
THIS, A PHRASE WE’VE COME TO HATE
THIS, ONE WORD DESCRIBES THE STATE
THAT IS WHAT WE’VE BECOME OF LATE

AND SO WHAT TO THE TURBID MESS
SO WHAT IF ALL ENDS IN DISTRESS
WHO CARES IF WE ALL DIE, UNLESS
WE BRIDGE THIS GAP WITH DUE ADDRESS

WHO CARES?  SOME CARE, OR SO SOME CLAIM
BUT HOW LONG CAN WE PLAY THIS GAME,
HOW LONG BEFORE THIS GROWING FLAME
SHALL SCORCH US ALL WITHIN OUR SHAME.