They keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
The rain doesn't help
And all we've got is a giant crop of names
And dates...
Regina Spektor - Lacrimosa
By the way, She’s coming to Montréal this October. Anybody wants to come?
1 comment:
That's a nice poem -- that is, if you can say "nice" about a subject so morbid.
I would argue that we're also left with memories and stories, the stuff that make the memetic world go 'round.
Love,
Cheeseburger Brown
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