Earth -

And so the clock strikes twelve as we find ourselves

In a sphere of a clearing in a navy light

There are no stars, just the bars of a cars headlights

On the leaves in the dead of the night

Silhouette suits step out of the shadows

Into the arena where the cameras roll

See their shoulders strain below the weight of the spades

Stereo plays for a funeral

They say the moon is nearly full

They see their eyes are nearly dry

They know how wonderful, how wonderful it is

To be alive tonight

I leave myself to the earth

To the air

To the ashes

Its my time

Its my design

Its my turn

And I know I won’t be loved

Won’t be saved

Won’t be noticed

Until I learn to love

I hate to learn

To my best beloved I do bequeath

All the anguish and the irony

And all the things we never meant

And those we set out to prevent

I leave the twisted bittersends

Send soulem grace of concequence

The hand he let lent ungratefully

I don’t intent to take away the mean

He had a solid alabi

You know I never saw him cry?

I leave myself to the earth

To the air

To the ashes

Its my time

Its my design

Its my turn

And I know I won’t be loved

Won’t be saved

Won’t be noticed

Until I learn to love

I hate to learn

And the clock strikes one

And my time is done and I know he won’t miss me when I’m gone.

I just raise a

toast to my sweet trevouse` and feel glad that the chapter’s closed

This is my early grave

Where I wait for the light to let me in

Here it comes around again

And I say

Let the light shows and the sounds

Of the orchestra begin

My eternal requiem

For an early grave