“Take out my heart”
Said the tree to me
“Take the sword to it”
“Slash it, let me die happily”
“Only, don’t use the fire, because
In the flames, I see my spirit die,
I feel bitter fear of the livid heat
And I know I’ll be consumed so fully
That I’ll have no chance for peace.”
“Don’t let me live on as a totem
For someone else’s hopeful dreams
As I stand in painful stasis.”
Down in the depths where the man floats, you know, the man –
The man that we see. With the suit on. And that thing round his legs.
Well, down in the depths where the man floats,
The crabs sing and the fish nibble at his skin and it comes off in clumps like hair in the shower plug.
It really is a lovely environment to raise a shoal, plenty of plant life, plenty of air, just a shame he couldn’t extract it – could have made a nice life for himself down here in the depths, got a nice wife, couple of friends, some anemones.
Life is delicate.
A Nik Nak tied to a fly.
I can’t see what my fly’ll do.
Someone might cut my string, all I can do
Is hang there and be crunchy.
“This guy’s deceased.” “Yep, most people are.”
baby fall into the grave
enjoy the drop
it only lasts years
and you’ll lie there for eternity
but it won’t be you
just your little lifeless atoms
with no buzz left
“Look for me in the trees.”
The city lay there,
Peter looked through it.
Finds him at the end.