The Hat That Echoes Cries

No sun sets before a whistle calls Inviting ears to the hat that echoes cries With unlinsable eyes that rain oceans drowning the nose While out still the whistle seeks replies The crowd absorbs the deflecting sound in the night Where the only mic is the preacher convening the ceremony Then the whistle blows again when the sun casts bright To remind those who forgot to summon Not only the elders are alert by the whistle But also hoes and shovels along with their boys That assist in digging an underground castle For only the burial takes with it a whistles voice That whistle is gone come not another But no sun sets before a whistle echoes skies As to day it's them, tomorrow it's us, let's go gather To the house that echoes cries.