An American Prayer

(...)
They are waiting to take us into
                        the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
        comes death on strange hour
        unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
        brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
        & gives us wings
where we had shoulders
        smooth as raven's
                claws

      No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law

      I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family

         -- Jim Morrison