The gathering

There is something of life in death
Maybe it’s the decay
Maybe the falling to rise
Maybe time.

Teach us to pull ourselves together
To cry when someone dies
To gather our clichés
And lay it with the grime

To drink tears in disguise
Or maybe blood
And act drunk as we summon clay
Appeasing creation with thyme

To gather our madness this day
To make it rhyme.

LARDO