Whenever I hear news of death
a silvery pine enshrouds me,
watery graves surround me
a little dust gathers overhead
and birds cry, in bewildering pain.
I live a little remote from life
but ward off death wish.
Whenever I hear news of death
overhead masts fly and raucous crows play
the lunatic game of hopping and swaying
in lament of deep somnambulism.
Whenever I hear news of death
something flirts within
to take walks in downtown roads
in allays of forgiving.
Whenever I hear news of death
the crying dog whimpers,
limping pain, Whenever...
