They’ll be free from the gramophone’s pain,
its torture from the rub and the needles.
Chaste, they’ll not know the sin
of singing a capella while hungry
caught between the farce and the fair.
The men who stay at home
humming soft melodies
will acquire wisdom.
A fortunate life, serene happiness
will be theirs and their children’s.
As light as ash. As clear as eternity.