...And Nobody Cares Poem by G. Silver

...and nobody cares,
Because why? and what for?
And the nobodies sleep on the parishon' floor.
And they ask 'but why me? '
and 'why not? ' and 'for who? '
And they all try to smile,
As the somebodies do.

And then I wandered in,
(But too proud, but too late)
To find you standing small,
In the green, in the great.
In the green, in the great,
At the back of your hill,
And surreal to my mind,
Where the question lay still.

And the dragon lay too,
(Silent storm, silent sea)
And I ask even though,
It means nothing to me.
And then you and the nobodies,
Fall silent once more,
And crawl off to sleep,
On the parishon' floor.

('Tis no waste, in my mind,
There's a gardenèd gate,
With a laugh and a smile,
In the green, in the great)