This is it no more fun the death of all joy has come.

Cool pools from a tired land sink now in the peace of evening Clouds weaken and die. The sun, an orange skull, whispers quietly, becomes an island, & is gone. …

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my mother and father, and a grandmother and a grandfa…

Camel caravans bear witness guns to Caesar. Hordes crawl and seep inside the walls. The streets flow stone. Life goes on absorbing war. Violence kills the temp…

I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

I'm not scared of dying And I, don't really care If it' s peace you find in dying Well then, let the time be near.