The Rest Is Silence br By Reid Baer br br O, I die, local leaders and turncoat brothers; br As I am still, from your potent poisonous pen br That quite o'er-crows my spirit: I cannot live to br Hear the news from Reidsville where we began our own br NWTA weekends ten years ago … br But I do hereby prophesy with my blunt sword br Held to your neck: the dying of the whole body br When with your faltering attempt to stifle one br Voice that remains – that voice shall make gains and go out br To more men rather than less - and shall be reborn br A Wild Man unabated on the Internet.