donderdag 13 oktober 2011

THE RIVER STYX


Sail me over

My dear Charon

My time has come

I grasped first air when I was born

Now the end is nigh

The end of my sermon

 

The sails catch the black breeze

Two coins on my closed eyes

Evocations and we’re off

My body stiffened, wrapped in linen

Embalmed, draped coif

 

Sail me over

My dear Charon

My time has come

I grasped first air when I was born

Now the end is here

The end of my sermon

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