i woke up this morning and i wrote a song
mourning the loss of every one that lives
who will eventually come to rest
*no one will sing it after i am gone*

I woke up to spinning in my torpid sheets
the words of the song forming in my mind
i got up to get my pen, and then found
the book i write in, *tearing through the sheets*

I lost the words. They faded back to dreams
i write this verse in the place of the lost
the lines dispersed like monkeys through the trees
chased away by the real needs of the day.
*--*
ordinary speech will take its place