Monday, April 29th, 2013...9:31 am
rich quatrone | the sorrows of young werther
THE SORROWS OF YOUNG WERTHER
Cry, Werther, cry your eyes out
for the lost lovers, the lost dreams,
the lost minds and souls and spirits.
Cry for America, today, now, this
evening of lost children.
Cry for what you wanted and thought
you would become.
Cry for the betrayals of what was best
in your spirit.
Cry, Werther, for friends who have
Cry for brothers lost in the storm.
Cry for wives you left behind.
Cry for the corruption of your soul,
Cry for what your homeland has become
and always was.
Cry for the lifting of the veil.
For the endless lonely nights.
For the empty bed.
For the weight that will never feed you.
For the wrong turns you took.
Cry, young Werther, for your romantic
spirit that led you to this moment