• Create my legacy
    you fingers that trample and woo

    Leave behind nothing
    no substance but blue
    but do forget the morning dew

    Yes, leave that
    left in darkness it will do.

    Die in secret
    you organ that is the life
    the devil of me
    the smile for you

    the substantial things
    they will die too
    How they gawk and coo!

    but in the end
    lie back in your gray
    I'm through.