The Burial

To the lighthouse that faithfully whispers the fisherman starboard To the children whose days number more than every flower in Europe To the nations who charter their florid colonial highways To the towers erected by contractors named after kings God will bury you; nature will bury you To the gunmen who guard against all of the starving God will bury you; nature will bury you To the screens and the radios where words turn to weapons God will bury you; nature will bury you To the terrified rich man God will bury you To the killer of animals Nature will bury you To the worship of justice The reliance on reason And the fire in your eyes God will bury you Nature will bury you Time will bury your bones unseen Total and absolute Infinite amplitude Till all the black is ripe in green I'm not angry I'm not sad I'm just stating the fact that God will bury you Nature will bury you