When you're high If you could see what I see In your unfocused empty child-like eyes You'd see my father's blue stare And the horror Of the loss of language of an educated man He recited poems and Shakespeare, Knew the name of every tree in Latin Memory The unjust cruel sentencing of bewilderment And the dying of the brain. When you're 'high' What do you see His last words to me from surgery His last words to me His last words
Burning burning
I'm in the flame
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