TOBY HARTBARGER
ON DEATH (Frequent Thoughts)
Time please grant me solace, in this slender life I mime
Life's a tendon strung taut, another senseless rhyme
On what note will that string snap back, and reverberate my dying
How will the song be played out, and sung while earthworms dine
So lower my body down down, into the sweet chill ground
I've thought in life and of death, but which is more profound
Can you feel life flowing, as if through open wounds?
Like a cold wind blowing slowly, throughout your dying rooms
Like staring sharply forward, while life and death commune
Or sleeping through the morning, and wasting afternoons
So plant my broken body, into the sweet chill ground
Will I still feel your sorrow, when my corpse is six feet down?
Sing for me a new song, to represent the years
That's what my life should sound like, to family friends and peers
A strange new hymn that's sadly, familiar to your ears
One that I hope reminds you, of a laugh, or curse, or tears
So lay my cold frail body, into the sweet chill ground
And bring a rose or trinket, next time you come around
In death harsh winds and hatred, are well beyond your reach
There are no more wretched lessons, for love and life to teach
Not one more selfish sermon, for the frightened ones to preach
To tell you that some heaven, is a darker grey for each
So don't lay me down down, into that sweet chill ground
Till I've bled the very last drop, from every friend around
Life is not but memories that no amount could buy
Times that make you want to, laugh or curse or cry
When my life is flashing, before my very eyes
I want that it should take a lifetime passing by.
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