The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,/ The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, / The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, / No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.

There hasn't been the clarion call to get up and boogie.

None but the lark so shrill and clear; / How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, / The morn not waking till she sings.

It's a clarion call. I use examples. There may be a number of businesses that may be beyond salvation. The airlines obviously lead the list.

Can storied urn or animated bust / Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? / Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, / Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?

I'm hoping her death serves as a clarion call for people in this country to call for the rights of LGBTQ people and that it also serves as a call to LGBTQ people to realize that liberation is not fully achieved until we focus on matters affecting us all.