Vanished beauty better than
Varnished beauty made to seem-
Get your pastel claws away from me!
And give me the tiger tree,
The sharpened toothy stones of time
And I will help you see
The blazing extraterrestrial light show
The beetles shining brow
And the blood in your own soul
Pumping for a reason you cannot know-
But not for bitter weeded blossoms
Choked by superimposed nature...
Give me the tiger tree!
Signs of life and past and no more
Let me rest my bruised bones
Where the dust roams wild
So I may disappear beautifully
