They dug pits for me,
every night did the king's men,
as I called it a day at office
to say good morning to love!
The cycle rolls, even now,
a sick, slow n steady workflow!
But Psalms force them to
fill it up in the mornings,
my coffin's not ready yet,
they forget the zen too;
for they still are hard at work,
lining their gut with cancer
cells to end their sorry stories
in pain... So it's written!
