The air is thin
On my back
I lay quite still
For the air is thin
And the grass is thick
The sun it hides
Behind the clouds
I hear the murmers
Of those who came
To see
On my back
I lay quite still
A painting of a painting
I did see
Some, restless waiting long
Others sniffle in the
Winter wind and rain
Haunt me deep inside
A story I recall
On my back
I lay quite still
For I fear what I
Can't touch with my eyes
Then feel my way
When lowered deep
Within that hole
I never knew such darkness
And, dank with rottimg moss
On my back
I lay quite still
The single shot rang
Out to them
Startled, a boy
Led the way
"Look AT him!" demanded he
And, their eyes did look
Upon the soul
And, now
On my back
I lay quite still
As my neighbors
Came and went,
I looked to the sky,
From my back
A smile formed my face
Do you trust all you see
Or, are you shinning out?
