Before the nightshift medics
Pull the blanket over your face
And your bloody white sneakers
End up in a police case
Before a room of white lilies
And clasped hands gone cold
Brother before you turn away
I beg you to behold
To the ground the body be bound
But there's something more
Something profound
Look up to the sky
One day you'll die
Man, look up to the sky
Before a minute of silence
In a suburb school
Eye and eye, and tooth for tooth
Before that golden rule
Before the graveman lower
The coffin with accustomed calm
And the rope flow gentle
In his calloused palm
