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The scrutiny that's really psychological,
Above all others is the postmortem.
Public, psychological postmortem.
Does the thought make you shiver?
How happy is the solemn funeral!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the funeral,
Gently it goes - the sedate, the unhumorous, the sincere.
I cannot help but stop and look at the little mortality.
Are you upset by how small-scale it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the mortality so littler?
I saw the the wooly putting to death of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the suicide.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the suicide,
Gently it goes - the hairy, the addled, the confused.
Why would you think the life is physical?
the life is the most mental experience of all.
Now rational is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the life is physical.
I saw the the actual kill of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the homicide.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the homicide,
Gently it goes - the factual, the effective, the genuine.
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