there’s a ship at the end of the dock- death
the voyage on it is for all to ride
do not worry about catching your breath,
it’s taken already, let peace abide
be silent, set all your pain aside.
there’s a train that leaves at five fifty nine
not the type to carry a groom and bride,
but the type that makes the poor and rich dine
together on the same news headline,
no first class seats here, no cocktails, no wine.