Nothing that breathes
knows the truth of being
but to be is simple

don't go on
without a thought
for yourself

living the same
and pacified

no hell in heaven
no ashes scattered
in youth

coming like a dog
from the dark
in some woods

go to conquer
yourself

and loving one's own
a vehicle of sweet sound
handed on a plate

oh go,
from rain and snow
a time where we are one

contact
and truth
some truth
we can believe

new england
france
ireland
go loving
soon to drown and die