There are all types of heels,
each with their own song.
Some hurried, some hollowed;
some wandered, some echoed;
some weak, felled greek
So, we walked and strutted
the stage of life, like Macbeth,
full of fury and sounds, inverted.
Each thud of heels full of wrath
for sounds make no imprints in earth
but merely words and remembrance.