Bury me below a cactus \'neath the studded Western sky
Spiny, but thrifty with water, and vulnerable in its own way
Bury the steel ‘neath my plump, red flesh
And my soul into this precious prairie dust
Mama Time and her long con will parch my carnal self
So in the pews I kept the sustenance of the hour
But, being a godly man, I broke this bread with the county parson
And he told me of God as the tourniquet loosened from his bicep
His wife made us dinner and we did not eat
We drank coca-cola on the porch and watched the moon appear
I laughed when his arm bled, and called it stigmata
He coughed and vomited on my shoes
“My wife will wash them” he sighed and went off to bed
I walked through the trees far and away
Wishing i would tire myself into oblivion
And waded into a river in a clearing in a wood unknown