Commentary:
"We are awakened with the axe,
Night of the living dead at last,
They have begun to shake the dirt,
Wiping their shoulders from the earth.
"I know, I know the nation's past,
I know, I know they rust at last,
They tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot…
"Speaking their names, they shake the flag,
Waking the earth, it lifts and lags,
We see a thousand rooms to rest,
Helping us taste the bite of death.
"I know, I know my time is passed,
I’m not so young, I’m not so fast,
I tremble with the nervous thought
Of having been, at last, forgot…"
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