How best should I remember you?
I think of how fast lives pass...
No choice but to weep, soon
or last, be lost or caught-
It is sad to see a child's eyes in a morning light
crying out but no bread in sight
Possessions are few and time is brief
The parents-beyond reason wait with grief
All pits of life have gone by.
Your soul is the only thing that
will not die.
Beneath ground are these black caves
I've watched you from a distance.
There's a child I can see in back of your eyes.
The burial ground came out of the past.
A spinster a blacksmith and courtesan
all seemed downcast.
Time had stood still with their names
the strangeness of others even
your sisters and brothers
is a responsibility
It felt so warm at the top of the tree-
until a hard wind blew the branch off of me.
Where have those real people gone,
you know, the ones who were
Put that in your pipe and smoke it
We are all to blame, you know!
Mistakes and sins through time
are making a final show.