When I'm Dead
5/04/2005
Someday I will be
Rotting in a Crypt
or blowing with dust mites
across a prairie in late July
While in the sphere of sight
endless wheat fields shine
Glorious patches of waving gold
The wind blows old volkswagons off I-70
and straight into the ditch
Have you read the welcome mat
on Death's door?
Rolling up like a tumbleweed
poor, dried-up soul?
Have you understood the gleam
in your lover's eye?
Are you too dead to die?
Will you be just
Another stooge in the wall
Sealed up with marble
and a pretty plaque?
Will some aging beauty
bring you flowers every day?
Will a legion of hippies
dance naked on your grave?
When I'm dead
I'll know my work is done
when preachers and priests
from around the world
try as they might
to rid the earth
of my rotting corpse
Amen
posted by Edward Svengali @ Wednesday, May 04, 2005,
