Duty Is Never Paid.

It's Not Something You Can Complete Today.

Which Raises The Question Of What Completeness Is.

It Bursts But Doesn't Pop.

It's Not At The Top Of The Mountain.

Nor Is It At The Source Of The Fountain.

It Was In The Back Of A Plantation,
Where An Old Negro Sang A Song Of Salvation.
While Digging His Own Grave.

It Went Like This:

Heaven Doesn't Need Us Anymore.

Because Before There Was Time.

There Was Love.

I Lay You Below So You Look Can
From Above.

I Bury You With Rhyme And Reason.

So The Season Will Turn.

And The Fires Of Hell No Longer Burn.