two white horses in a line
carry me to my burial ground
Should be changed to:
Some need diamonds.
Some need talk and fireworks.
Some need cars.
Some need ....
Some need jagged glass to line their clothes.
All I need is, all I need is...
have you ever heard a coffin sound
hit with ground or
happen upon an end
in your neck of the everything
still the morning hour holds gold in its mouth.
you can feel it stinging down
the hollowed arrows of your arm
glad dogs of the grave,
sat soft on the hard lip of your bed.
some may say this might be your last farewell ride