Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind:
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave,
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
from “Dirge without Music” – Edna St. Vincent Millay
The last verse of Millay’s Dirge came unbidden to my mind after the San Bernardino carnage, and as it is indeed without music, I felt emboldened to provide it: after all, that massacre in California was not a singular evil event, but one of a series of senseless maiming and killing of innocent people. I was forced to ask myself, When will it end? Will it ever end?
Edna St. Vincent Millay
The endless anodynes voiced on the airwaves, on TV and radio, after each numbing, mindless attack on our frail humanity only sickened me. Of a sudden, I decided to offer a small solace to the victims and their families by way of encapsulating that endless dirge within the confines of a simple elegiac composition – paying heed to the heartbroken to the best of my musical ability. Here it is in an MP3 format, which while the least true in its digital sound will still give you, I think, the essence of its elegiac message.
Elegy written in the wake of recent shooting tragedies
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