February 07, 2026
When the Ground is Turned Under
When the Ground is Turned Under
by Timothy Birdnow
2/7/2026
An empty bed, an empty chair
no sounds in the kitchen, no footsteps on the stair
silence in my head, so very much to bear
a part of me has disappeared but where?
I wake into the bright glaring light of nightmare
the candle blown out, that far away stare
of a tired old man, worn and withered by care
from the silence of Heaven no word on a prayer
Where does a man turn when he is torn all asunder
by cruel twisted fate as the ground is turned under
Does he stay up quite late and drink half his weight
does he dance with the fairies of bourbon and wonder?
What does a man do when he's run out of time and his life doesn't rhyme?
How does he climb such a high, steep incline
how does he navigate without a map or road sign
with his mind in a cage, with his spirit confined?
She was light as a feather, a calm on the seas
a fairie of stardust, a sprite on the breeze
alive like the forest, as green as the trees
The star of the morning the summer night's ease
But that was a long time ago now or so it appears
she's gone far away now as ashes and tears
an old man's great nightmare, the sum of all fears
the silence is mocking as the night draws ever near
Where can a man seek asylum from hell
Where can he quench his great thirst at the well
For we know whom that tolling was for by the bell
as the candle blows out and the darkness just fell
Night seems eternal and never to end
a cloak that is torn and never to mend
the holy place open, no garden to tend
I struggle with angels and the demons offend
They say that the darkness will eventually pass
that the cold frigid night will just shatter like glass
I'll eventually climb from this bottomless morass
that the dry arid land will be covered with grass
Maybe so but I wonder if it's not for the lucky,
for the young and the strong and the confidently plucky
for me luck is rare and a treasure to save
and one fears it may tarry to well past the grave
Where does a man turn when he is torn all asunder
by cruel twisted fate as the ground is turned under
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