REQUIEM

I lie low
I've no place to go
In my permanent address
Where I remain in idleness

This restless rest I can't call sleeping
I go on being without living
As I wait around
Six feet underground

It's peaceful
But sometimes it's dreadful
Underground
Without light or sound

My magnum opus I'm still composing
As thoughts transcend a brain that's decomposing
Yet I can't think aloud
Under this thick shroud

- April 2001, Ash Hall