He who hears the cry
of clams within the mud
hears too well.

He who hears the cry
of buried clams in pain
must cry alone
and know he cries alone.

He who hears the cry
of lonely, drowning things
must fear
and drown in fear alone.

He who hears the cry
of things buried in pain
hears hell;
thank god he hears alone.

215 ®Copyright 1966 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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