Eons of epitaphs have echoed for ages,
Through the timeless transversing of titles and tithes,
from all the profound sages,
Have catcalled cattlemen,
Curtailed callers and squirely stitchers.
On goes the gallant glorifying genuflections.
Answer in anvils,
Answer in austere remarks,
The toiling troubles.
The singular suffering,
The true tenacious travelers,
Always answer to the cacophony of the call.