What are words to the dying man
as he struggles on his bed of death
all the words come spilling out
in the stale heave of his last breath
symbols used to simplify
information growing out of control
a broken rock on a barren plane
is what will lay rest in my soul
for every book needs another one
to unlearn what you just read
read it only to realize
all we need to do is just forget
you let the bee sting when you knew it would hurt
you didn’t listen to what you were told
the pain in your thumb from that warm spring day
will be with you until you are old
Written and performed by Derek White ©1988