Resting Place

Said, Are you listening

To dying swallows?

Don't they strike you bitter cold?

I will come, shut them out

And shine a light inside this hole

Although my western hands

Seem uncertain

They mean to find a way

Rest once more

Shut your door

See my body to its rightful place

My body in its resting place

It was honest Abraham

And this cracked, red pavement

He did taught me to come home

Are you here, boy

To sell oats

Or drink yourself into a corpse?

Oh must I long remain

In wretched slumber

'Fore I taste your lips once more?

How much time must I waste

Before my body's in its rightful place?

Before my body's in its resting place?

Before my body's in its resting place?