we come, withered to the bone...
and some bon jovi mingling with a bust of nirvana...
hardly to become the beatles
and the clash
                          loop holes...
for all the people burdened with ample reasons:
to quest for dust...
and the fathomability of the scortched egg...
we are to heave the tomb of stone...
better in german...

they might make a spaniard blush...
"they": that incubating few:
throng...

      ist alles!
   hier...
                   grab von stein...
grave of stone...
hier: mein jetzt...
   herz von murmeln...

told to dig....told to dig...
to have nothing more than
a god to limp calling "it" dog....
leine und rinde!

i live: as the sanctity
of being the baron of my limbs...
this hunched... limping...
excess is my conan... "reprive"...

thus come:
the gallows' yield of laughs...
which are none: to make count of!