With all my desperate symmetry With all my white lights, and straight lines My skin will still sag At the end of my life Death pirouettes through the flicker of the wick And makes you sick
Once interred, in turn to turn to bone Ribs like a house to the lord Once interred, in turn to turn to bone Bugs come to worship and hordes Once interred, in turn to turn to bone Fate unseen, kiss the stone You hope that where you are, that you're not alone Then I awoke To coil and shiver, like eel out of river Like the grave was my own
Oh frailty What worse fates could you possibly show me
