BONNIE WATSON
Watching the bones glowing in the flame
I missed the earthquake what a shame
Crematorium loud hum
Bombinate drown out ground motion
I don't know how you do what you do
She said wheeling a corpse through
The man who burnt the bodies up
Gathered up the ashes with a pail and a brush
And he put them in a contraption
Like a machine from Sherwin Williams
And when those shards to dust did turn
He'd dump them all into an urn
Mumbling maledictions at his choice of vocation
Upstairs we saw the green baby
This really freaked out Marc Tweed
We Crept by the tiny coffin
Filled with toys and depression
The Hearses Were Always Shiny
The Mortician Seemed Happy
I Really Dug the Silence
And the Sense of Reverence
I used to slack in the hall closet
Where all the records were kept
Books listing the casualties
Back to the 19th Century
Reading them I felt a sordid bliss
I can't believe I'm paid for this
Watching the bones glowing in the flame
I missed the earthquake what a shame
Watching the bodies glowing in the flame
I missed the earthquake what a shame
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