Highly Experimental

Highly Experimental Let me up so I may sup From goblets of life's truth And lean over the past, The very past that holds my youth.

And let me go, so I may so sew Life's cloth into a suit.

And weave, and weave, The thread, the thread Of light, from very light Each man must wear It holds, it holds, no warmth From sun or winter's glare.

So let me up so I may sup From bowls of summer wine And make it plain, the aftermath And simple site of death Has never held a mystery.

So let me go, so drink may flow That any eye may watch.

Man makes, man makes With tears, with tears, A fabled map, When only corpse I see.

Why can't great man Give up give up This dreadful fantasy.

Death is, death is A bulb, a bulb Burnt out and gone.

There are no pictures after life.

So let me up,that I may sup Without a false salvation's misery.

There is no need, no need To fear the beyond breathless Of the grave.

Hal ­ ah ­ lay ­ eh ­ loo ­ eh ­ loo ­ah – yah.

Carl Estrin