Saints to Windows Run*

Story tellers closed their books.
Soldiers stacked their guns.
Bankers left their vaults ajar.
Jehovahs dimmed their suns.
Chefs undid their aprons.
Singers silent fell.
Ballet dancers took their seats.
No carillon could knell.
Amherst men removed their hats,
And saints to windows ran,
Or would have done
Were her life known
When her last rites began.

           •from ED’s “I taste a liquor never brewed”