Johnny Fianu

See me cry and hear my tale
But bury me first
Where the termites feed on scattered dead.

This is the sad face of the night
Where i lie covered in tears
Casting glances on my poor dear self
Though i lie sublimed in wandering
Moaning this fate of my poor old being

Take me! take me near and shove me far
But bury me first
Where the termites feed on scattered dead.

The day only brings lies
The truth i keep seeking in tears
Philosophising and judging right from wrong

Lay me down if you can
But bury me first
Where the termites feed on scattered dead.

Where do i go but nowhere
For everywhere there lies empty space
Feel the wind and make faces to the sun
Though beautiful the stars may be
The day comes only to cloud its glory

Take me far and make me cry
But bury me first
Where the termites feed on scattered dead.

There! even there the dead have praise songs
They sing of freedom and dance to tunes
Be not deceived as Zarathustra said
For the living being are only rare species of the dead
Up the skies lies this nothingness
And everywhere lies this empty space

So i say cast me down and take me up
But bury me first
Where the termites feed on scattered dead.

fianu johnny s.
pirbright, U.K.