As a Card (WHY?)

I'll hold my own death as a card in the deck To be played when there are no other cards left I'll slip into the ocean unnoticed and notify no one on the notarized form And they're slow on a hot summer morning Like that one-legged locksmith in Colraine But I'll hold my own death as a card in the deck To be played when there are no other cards left As time drags on and I thin and whiten and my beard grows long I might look like Walt Whitman All sunken-eyed and dry and without pigment But I wanna be spry as a newborn kitten And I'll hold my own death as a card in the deck To be played when there are no other cards left I wanna open like the bay does to the ocean With an equal portion of every emotion Or soldier forward and be hard as a flat board With the heart of an approaching asteroid Let go and ride like a cat's toy in a dryer Stay true to my matter like a brick in fire Wrapped in my long years like a spool of wire Unspoiled by the foils of fame and desires So I'll hold my own death as a card in the deck To be played when there are no other cards left Hold my own death as a card in the deck