Theodore Roethke - Prognosis lyrics

Diffuse the outpourings of the spiritual coward, The rambling lies invented for the sick. O see the fate of him whose guard was lowered! - A single misstep and we leave the quick. Flesh behind steel and gla** is unprotected From enemies that whisper to the blood; The scratch forgotten is the scratch infected; The ruminant, reason, chews a poisoned cud. Platitudes garnished beyond a fool's gainsaying; The scheme without purpose; pride in a furnished room; The mediocre busy at betraying Themselves, their parlours musty as a funeral home. Though the devouring mother cry, "Escape me? Never -" And the honeymoon be spoiled by a father's ghost, Chill depths of the spirit are flushed to a fever, The nightmare silence is broken, and we are not lost.