them heathen took you, my captain,
yes you,
my captain
my commander,
my captain
my commander,
my every thing
my only thing
yes, you, in that coffin
them well-washed,
smokeless men,
come,
don’t,
come,
go,
don’t,
go.
smokeless men,
come,
don’t,
come,
go,
don’t,
go.
in this wrong hangar
they bleached you of your death.
they speak you are here
they wear white gloves
they wear white gloves
they speak you are there
they release white doves
they know not smoke
they breathe only white air.
they release white doves
they know not smoke
they breathe only white air.
would that i could catch your smoke
would that you,
in there,
could be me
in this scentless air.
in there,
could be me
in this scentless air.
in this wrong hangar
they speak without scent
they speak without scent
their soft civilian salutes
their fingers fat
their fingers fat
their “hero” this
their “supreme” that.
their “supreme” that.
captain, my captain
give me something from this slip of a stone
your shirt of mud
your boot of blood
a marrow of your bone
i have no home
give me something from this slip of a stone
your shirt of mud
your boot of blood
a marrow of your bone
i have no home
jack, dog
:0)
Very powerful!