A Requiem for Bats: Silverstein's Dirge in the Wasteland of McCarthy
In the sun-bleached silence of a world choked by dust, a solitary bat hangs suspended. He, a creature with shadow and moonlight, sings. A melancholy tune escapes #poems and quotes its throat, a dirge born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost forests, a song of emptiness. The dust swirls around it, a swirling graveyar