To black framed witness From black framed guilt A misery of Springtime and a weekend of absolute CHORUS: I remember the wilds around me whispered "Brutality" The strangest apology of all This dragon-faced accolade of vigour and hope With shame and delight I accept it This omen-filled season Not sudden or rushed No fear of volunteer I reject it CHORUS (x2) Evening then and evening now The smell of seasoned Summer brings memories of illusions past and Autumn has funerals enough to last