New York Room The Anatomy Of Melancholy
forlorn, forgotten
naked, cold
all alone, although I know
you will not cry
all of life's sorrow
in deep, dark murky water
let me drown
slowly, peacefully, proudly
in pearl, weed, coral, and stone
lie me down
sleeping, always, eternal
all of life's sorrow
lay my body in sea-lace and sandstone
cloaked within this blue shroud
solemn, silent
all of life's sorrow
