A Century of Waste

oh mother
take my body down from this cord
and help me defy this city
of carnage and frailty

oh mother
carry my body in secret away
while passenger planes
alight and fight for position

many starts and fails are false
to trade a sack of beans for gold
for gold a sack of beans will feed
and many ends are greater than their beginnings

oh mother
will you bury me down by the tressle bridge
so i may feel the rumble
of a century of waste


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