To His Own

Count them all but one voice
And leave him to his own
If he can't mingle
Must be single
Let him sing alone

Line them horizontally
And give them daisy chains
If he rebels them
Simply expel him
Until only he remains

Give them a frigid drink
And let their voices die
If he still shouts
Quickly push him out
Never ask him why

Hand them shovels of silence
And lead them to the ground
When they are done
The bleeding sun
Finds him not around

Push them into earthen beds
And let their bones rejoice
For while they decay
He travels the day
To each his own choice