When the Earth Dies
When the earth dies,
All that will be left
Will be a table with no picnic
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Stick man, his gait is stilted
From the gape that is his mouth
A stream of eloquent words
Random and unconnected
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1.Ballad
Oh cauld's the doonrush o a burn
In winter's iron thraa,
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On the first morning after her first bleeding
The girl bathes.
The girl washes her hair in suds from a yucca root
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He had a mind inquisitive and quick
And he could sing the mavis off her perch
With his bravura swagger, cock of the walk
His flashing eye, oh he could charm the women
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At the Shrine of the Prima Donna of the self
Top Dog is the worship of dollars
Here, Tracy Emin's the high priestess
Of the cult of me me me
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The house of the owl
Nets stars and moonshine nightly
Her feathers are unruffled, her soundless flight
Runs faster than spilled quicksilver
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Decrepitude, dementia, old age
The silver surfer daily counts the pills
Stalking the spotlight on life's fleeting stage
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Standing in the North Sea
The weight of water grips my calves
It's an icy anklet, a chilly shackle
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Ten summers young. The day, all heat on heather.
The purple pathway brittle underfoot,
The peat as springy's cork,
I clambered Lochnagar for the first time
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