from All Rare Potatoes Be

I scattered your peculiar
Ashes in the sand
And I buried you in the desert
And then wiped you from my hands

And I built up a church
In the land of thirst
To comply with your demands
And I followed you
And I served you too
I was a child to your command

And so I laid you down
Inside your wedding gown
And fixed your fingers into your lap
And then I gave a speech
An awkward eulogy
To an audience dressed in black

And I called for you
And I cursed you too
When I knew you were never coming back
And I felt the clasp
Of your casket latch
And I fell for you all over again