The skeletons sway,
Feeble shadows of former glory,
Worn, torn, perpetually fallen,
Defeated by worldly toil.
The Devil perks an ear and a brow,
To delight in the wallow
And inimitable sorrow,
Of the skeletons doomed to sway.

The entities flock and fall and swoon,
For monotonous eternity,
Disapprobation fuels them onward,
In their terrifying waltz.
Thoughts are thoughts and words are words,
But thought leads to words, and thought
Is what is mightier than the sword,
The pen that delivers the words that crush, itself is obsolete.

For it is words that doom them thus,
Words that represent the thoughts,
Words can cut any man deep,
A potency lost in any other medium.
So here they grieve,
And here they stay
And sway,
And rot.

Definately one of your better pieces JCC, which says much. Very instructive.