Hawai‘i Sonnet 100 (surely goodness)

after too much rise, 
too much fall, 
will we find that way 
to bring us back, 
lift us behind the fortress wall, 
all rolled up together, one silent 
chorded aggregation, who once sung songs 
to rock us, now all keen silence, 
breathless anticipation of strong arms, 
and will we remember at all, 
await our plucking up, retrieval 
to where we once were fit for service, 
will we be remembered, 
will we follow after mercy?