A poem by Fisher kel Tath. "If these were our last daysIf all whose eyes can look inwardNow passed from kenWho would remain to grieve?As we hang our headsBeset by the failure of ambitionEyes see and are indifferentEyes witness and they are uncaring.The stone regard of the statuesGuarding the perfected squareIs carved as warmAs history's soft surrender,And the dancing creaturesIn and out of our gaping mouthsAlone hear the wind moaningIts hollow, hallowed voice.So in these our last daysThe end of what we see is insideWhere it all began and begins never againA moment's reprieve, then darkness falls." ―The Unwitnessed DanceFisher kel Tath