Break me down piece by piece,
And sculpt my bones at will.
Fuel my rebirth with my fathers words,
Dismantled from my blood.
And help yourself to all my stuff,
And eat the food before it rots.
And give me form,
Just like a boulder or, or a rock.
And place me in the cave,
For all to see,
Another stalagmite never me.
And hand out souvenirs,
of a lovely day out.
So now my dear old friend,
Remove all these swelling strings,
That indulge sentimental beasts,
In me.
Remove this self-obsessive need,
To sing about my own death.
As the executer just let me bleed,
I commission you to let me be.
Twist my sins into arbitrary things,
Precariously perched upon their plinth.
Bend these works into abstract works,
Assembled out of random stuff.
We know worse things have happened at sea,
We know the truth with set us free.
Yes we’ll turn our frowns upside down,
But not before were in the ground.
And give me form,
Just like a boulder or, or a rock.
And place me in the cave,
For all to see,
Another stalagmite, never me.
And hand out souvenirs,
of a lovely day out.
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