Dying Is Strange
The one night I got to spend enjoying spring
would have to be the one I hit the dirt,
though the dew had turned green earlier,
much greener than anything that spring.
And death won't be won over.
Dead men don't turn back
once their elbows prop rubble,
with the north moon's north eye
Right at seven that morning
right then at seven a.m.
it was that morning at seven
death had to have homage shown.
I would lift your body into the crown of a green tree
if I had a tree
Talk About The Dead Being Born
Here's one place torture broke down.
I frown and am reassured
God is on our side.
Gott mit uns.