Ah, the smell of wilting roses
And the falling of the brown dead leaves
And the drying of the oceans as the world,
Once full of vigor and life, dies –
It fills me with the utmost joy!
For when the sun turns to embers
And all the animals fall into cracks
Formed by the dry grounds shrink
You and I will lay together, all of us together,
At the shores of the evaporating seas and
All elated, we will smile.
Ready to finish this game and end the mess,
We will go to the next world
By the sea, beneath the yellow and sagging moon.