The man watered the roses, so the roses would look fine
The man tended his grapevines so he could make his wine
He watched his little children so they’d grow up alright
Then he went out kicking at the stool because he gave up the fight
His wife picked out a silky suit to let all the viewers see
That this man, her husband, had the taste well-known to royalty
She didn’t realize that no one cared what suit he wore
He was dead and to him suits meant nothing anymore
They put him in a vase and she put him on a shelf
She hurried to the bathroom to splash some water on herself
She hadn’t seen this coming, but it had been there all the while
Just waiting on the horizon until it composed the ashen pile