BONES

Maybe we shall smile in graves
When all is done
When coin and black gold melts
When trying hard ends
When sweat and tears become laughter

Maybe we shall smile in graves
When vice is wrapped in virtuous robes
And classes cease giving birth to one cause
We might smile when our eyes are plucked out
When our pockets get filled with sense common
When the purchase of happiness ends

We might smile
When all flesh rots
When precious pearls return to dust
When we cease to care about how we look
When we reject white noise
When we strip naked
When we dig deep,
For in the end
All that is left are bones