New Filk: Another Cambredth

[mneme]

Another Cambreadth

BY Joshua Kronengold (with Lisa Padol) n 2021
Structure very consciously pulled from After Cambreadth
words © 1995 John C. Bunnell
music: Heather Alexander (“March of Cambreadth”)
Sung in C minor, Starts on C

Children cry, streets go bare; masks are donned (as) most folk prepare.
Some get sick but fail to die; some are gone ‘fore you say goodbye,
Surgeon’s steel, clean and bright, heals the wounded and cuts out blight,
To the gods our oath we give:
How many of them can we make live?

Bars are closed to slow the spread, Body bags fill up with dead,
ERs mobbed to great degree, wards run low on their PPE,
Scrounge and reuse what you can, no one seems to have a plan,
Hands and sleep and lives we give:
How many of them can we make live?

Through the summer, through the fall, we get used to the protocol,
As the case counts rise and fall, some lose heart once they give their all.
Through the news there comes the word, vaccines once more are deferred,
Till the shots we can take and give,

How many of them can we make live
How many of them can we make live
How many of them can we make live.

Comments

[madfilkentist]

That's definitely a less cynical take than my "March of Damned Breath," in which I take the role of militant anti-maskers singing "How many of them can we make die?" I haven't posted it to the Web and don't really want to.