Funeral

The Black Pied Piper

I hope, when you die, not to be left with nothing
To say
I wonder, when you're gone, what we'll sing
I presume, if you've left, there'll be
Pictures & Pranks

I'm sure, when she cries, we'll dig for comfort
In all the usual places
I believe, she has said, the end is in your mind
If only you'd rewind
And think the right thing

I must, while you live, shout & think & shiver
Tonight
I can't, while you all live, put you in that box
I run, because I can, from the black Pied Piper,
Into your arms