Father Death Blues
Hey Father Death,
I'm flying
Hey poor man, you're all
Hey old daddy,
I know where I'm
Father Death,
Don't cry any
Mama's there, underneath the
Brother Death, please mind the
Old Aunty Death Don't hide your
Old Uncle Death I hear your groansO Sister Death how sweet your moansO Children Deaths go breathe your
Sobbing breasts'll ease your
Pain is gone, tears take the
Genius Death your art is
Lover Death your body's
Father Death I'm coming
Guru Death your words are
Teacher Death I do thank
For inspiring me to sing this
Buddha Death,
I wake with
Dharma Death, your mind is
Sangha Death, we'll work it
Suffering is what was
Ignorance made me
Tearful truths I cannot
Father Breath once more
Birth you gave was no thing
My heart is still, as time will tell.
Allen Ginsberg
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