I sit besides his bed Brushing the weather from his hands If I'm no longer making sense I no longer think I can There was snowfall in New York City Earthquakes down below Dappled sunlight in vineyards Where nothing ever grows Take the earth out of his mouth And the boot from off his chest There is nothing more to ask of him He done better than his best Mark the day he was born between kin and bone Between silken and flesh On sweet paulownia wood, she found the tone His body did the rest She'd dust the strings with cocaine Rubbed her finger on his lips "Come on, tell me what you see, child And I'll leave you with a kiss" ("Mother") Put a crown upon his head, please Yes, let's anoint the one Celebrate his place in history Come sing along They placed their fingers on his spine T-9 and 2 Bite down upon the metal, boy My colored confetti drifts for you Place a crown upon his head Count the days (Four) (Again)