The Origin Of Death

In the Day ere Man came, In the Morning of Life, They came together, The Father, the Mother, Debating.

“Forever they shall live, “Our Children, “When they are born Men “Forever they shall live,” Said the Father, Said the Mother.

But the little Bird cried, Ah, the little Bird cried: “How shall I nest me---- “How shall I nest me “In their warm graves “If men live forever?”

Death, you have taught me to mother! Death, I will mother well! With red, red blood I will nourish! I will lull with the rifle’s spell! ]