Summer has come and gone;
And, there are carcasses all around.
None to clean, none to run;
None to fight for all is dung.

Offer up your sacrifices
Says the still small voice inside.
Nothing of value to give
Only a whimper for an end.

Screams inside gives deafness
to the outward ear;
Sights outside makes the
Eye look deep within.

Nothing of value or valor;
Only a stench for the sense of smell,
To tell that nothingness
dwells from within.
sm (c) 8/16/11

Note: Paul says, I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ,

Philippians 3:8 KJV