The Body Too Has Died
I cannot live
and yet I cannot die
I cannot stay a buried oyster
waiting to be found beneath the sea
Nor can I eat forever
on the dreams of lies
Oh when the heart is pale and dead
the body, too, has died
Nor can I move in empty shadows
asking weakly in voices strange
All the questless, unimportant questions
of how? or why?
While all the seeming motions of my lying body
are mere deceptions
to the brain
Oh when the heart is pale and dead
the body, too, has died
