Adieu, Mr. Higginson
My last days are through
Farewell to all your legions
Dirt of the daisy to your oceans blue

Leave them to wonder
Why I was won't to capitalize
And why my visage
Evaded their eyes

They can look on my garden
With recognition I didn't know
When you get all my papers
Know the queen of calvary was riding solo

Ooh, slate gray and a lithium white
Slant of light through the clouds
These are the kind of things that I write

Called Back in marble
Isn't what it should've said
The quill was intact
When October fell from the seedhead

Heliotrope and gentian
What I said about religion
Flapping bats and Gottschalk
The carnivals and cakewalks
Farewell my family
The munitions, the coats of lead
I'll go out one
Emily Dickinson instead

Ooh, slate gray and a lithium white
Slant of light through the clouds
These are the kind of things that I write