Bone Song
Walking the road in the heat of the day
Where die green hill his back was bending,
I heard a fool sing loud his lay,
“Only my bones desire my ending.
Where die green hill his back was bending,
I heard a fool sing loud his lay,
“Only my bones desire my ending.
“My strong red bones tire of the marrow,
Tire of the flesh that moves with breath,
Long for the smoothness of their meaning.
Only my bones desire my death.
Tire of the flesh that moves with breath,
Long for the smoothness of their meaning.
Only my bones desire my death.
“My jointed bones weary of blood,
Cry against hours of getting and spending,
Long for dry reason and white equation.
Only my bones desire my ending.”
Cry against hours of getting and spending,
Long for dry reason and white equation.
Only my bones desire my ending.”
Trudging the road in the heat of the noon
Where the tall hill pulled short his breath,
I heard a bent fool sing an old tune,
“Only my bones desire my death.”
Where the tall hill pulled short his breath,
I heard a bent fool sing an old tune,
“Only my bones desire my death.”