i’m almost ripe for the taking; the grave have been dug
years before by own hands and own eyes. the casket have been brought;
lying under my bed no grandeur in sight. the flowers have been ordered;
peace lilies dried and cut. the guests have been invited
no name left unsought; they’ll tell lies with lamb teeth in their mouth.
the mother will be full by the last drop;
by earth have i been given, by earth have i been taken and by earth i’ll become.