Don W. Gately
The old cold bird You tried to kick it alone first The old White Flaggers with their endless mirth As your raw white knuckles pound the dirt That cruel old world Your pain amplifies as the planet turns A woman kills her son before she gives birth You try to see her reflection but her face is blurred Don Gately dreamin' You try to stay sober But the bird's still got some of its feathers 'Various Small Flames' on the TP viewer Gaudeamus Igitur! Joelle and the beautiful nurse: Each in her own way is disfigured A skull buried 6 feet under the dirt Poor Yorick and his masters Don Gately dreamin' Don Gately Most of us down here can't fall asleep Don W. Gately
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