god, please grant me the patience
to lay my body numb upon
this bed of black soil,
to lay patient with the years
thru wars and presidents
comets and clocks...
as the pine tree grows thru my ribs.
and when my task is done
complete...
as I lay lonesome in this valley
with birds perched on my peak
may all my friends arrive
one by one...
surrounding me with love and accolade
and may they call me troy
the first boy with a tree in his heart
