- and bring out the coffin -




….and bring out the coffin

let the mourners come

the wailing songs crescendo

in rhythm deep the drum



the box upon the pulpit

is an empty effigy

for i will not tend this Mass of pass

nor it’s mourning revelry



light your newly candles

flame them at the waxen wicks

but i’ll be not a part of that

encasing box of sticks



so qualm your Specter loudly

tell him firm – they’ll be no show

the days are just to wonderful

to celebrate in woe

… for no, i will not go



You’ll continue on without me

let that be heady clear

yet shed no anguish O’er me

for i’ll not disappear



just sigh your breath and look around

then fill that holey ground

for i’ll not lie in sullen earth

i’ll not be lain full down