Gone

The paralyzed
Considered a path
Littering crime
Filling up fast
The watchman’s horror
A wasting crew
No food will keep
No cure will do
Almost seems it’s leaving now
On its way to gone
A hacking cough
Inside the frost
Inside the fall
All is lost
Pools of light
Brackish gold
Will race decay
Almost seems it’s leaving now
On its way to gone