MORTICIANS AND MOURNERS

They have come here again tonight
But how far apart we are
Is the question mark in their broken shadows!

They have eaten too much tonight
But how hungry we are
Is the question mark in their scarce crumbs!

They have drunken too much tonight
But how thirsty we are
Is the question mark in their recycled cans!

They have slept with mixed mistresses
But how sleepy we feel
Is the question mark in their conflicting dreams!

They were sick, dead, mourned and buried
But how peaceful their squandered end is
Lies with the brawling morticians and surfeiting mourners!