Me too

 You who let sleeping dogs lie

And choo, choo the poo poo train

You who mew upon the morrow

Who sew up and borrow 

All things blue from weddings

Where you weed out the sorrow

And string it up on washing lines

Like the verse of the hearse

Or laugh at funerals

Or entice the Gods of war

To run amuck through the graveyard

Of second chances, 

You must blow like the wind through the branches

Of the Elder and the Yew

Yew who, like the owl, wearing a scowl

And a cowl ready to howl at the bowels

Of the Earth when they open up your plot

And find you forgot to love the things you got

Or you gave away what was given you

You owl ghost of the night post

Squawking and calling You who

Twit twa woo, twit twoo, you who?

Me too.

I hold counsel with the friends of dwarves

And shadows under shelves of course

I carve up the lion's share and give away kingdoms

To Unknown warriors, and Unborn youth

To inherit the flesh and tumble

Yet nothing can flash and stumble

Like lightning on wounded knee

Or stills of scenes of tragedy

That play out here home or abroad

I must leave now before I get bored