It's telling, fascination, Embedded with body The other end of the soul's stick Opposed to desire Fitful, expire, Command nature to relent While you repent for being what You are Beaches expose the earth's flesh Upon whose musculature The greatest beasts rest Out of water, a rise too late, Songs extinguished As the tiniest swarm the mightiest Each of which Are unfair adjectives For gentle musicians And thoughtful groups When heard at the right moment One is left two carry a self Back to the deeper seeing Sawn at the outer set Timed into final days Rotting closer to the nose Than morality allows A hand that tells the story of a life Spent like money Hoarded, wasted, interested, And now in a pile With no one around To light the funeral fire