Fields

Letters I have not yet sent

Add another to the pile

Notice their unnoticement

Make a moment last a while

In that moment, I pose a question

Will they bury me when I'm dead

With a question mark engraved

Onto the monument

To think, to will

To drink, to spill

Are to deny

A life fulfilled

To prod the ghost of days I know

I had only been so clever

Notice then a same descent

Start to put the pieces together

From that moment into the next one

I'm at my own funeral mass

And at the service with open casket

Play pin the tail on the ass

To think, to will

To drink, to spill

Are to deny

A life's supply

To pine the wilt

Despite the guilt

Are to deny

The fields a rainy sky