so eagerly we welcome
the passing ghost
of hatreds's end
he sings his death song litany
we sing its hushed response
we bury hate
but keep it handy
against the day
on which no doubts are wasted
when the other
cracking under waiting's fear
whose fevered brain is boiling
while memories of love
his gaze is fixed
as glacial sheets
of frozen sweat
have finally reached his heart
and on this day
which dawns upon relief
we proudly brandish
heathy hate
and in frenzied cheer
we dance our joy
we pat our backs for wisdom
and with a toast to foresight
we let the killing start