Prick Me

On the night train to a funeral.

The dead are buried, throw me to the wind.

Breath to breath, full moon waning.

Death is baited, bury me in starlight.

O, my father, you're my topsail, o, my children,

I am burning.

The dead are buried throw me to the bottom

of the eddy in the ocean.

Jaggerty jak jaggerty jak jaggerty jak jackety jak.

Throw me to the rotten decrepit moonlight,

 howling thunder, at your pussy.

Put me on a rubbish skip, like a clown,

Like fucking Pierlot.

If you prick me do I not bleed?

Throw me like a stickman, never to return.

I am your forfeit. I have no need.

If you cremate me, do I not burn?

Jaggerty jak jaggerty jak jaggerty jak jackety jak.

8/3/2015 On a train in Moscow.