If you bury me here, no more flowers will grow,
no more antelope play, no more buffalo roam.
Yeah, you're the salt of the earth.
I'm the salted topsoil.
You're bloomy bucheron.
I'm just milk that has spoiled.
But I'll be at all tomorrow's parties,
and, if you're unlucky, tonight's dreams.
I'm sorry you're seeing me
so soon after you said
you never wanted to be seen with me,
but you never seemed to see
my Irish exits from the scene.
When our lips first twisted together and you screamed,
you were right to react strongly;
I am unclean.
So, please bury me here,
and then burn down this field,
and then kneel down in this hole
and clutch the cold coffin you've sealed.
But I'll be at all tomorrow's parties,
and, if you're unlucky, tonight's dreams.
I'm sorry you're seeing me
so soon after you said
you never wanted to be seen with me,
but you never seemed to see
my Irish exits from the scene,
and disappearances denied
become destructive lingering.
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