If I do not hail
From the lands of the living
Why eternal life
Craves my soul?
Had I not been extracted
From the hills of undeath
Why in the valley of the ephemeral
Do I as a stranger traverse?
Had I not been quarried
From eternity's rock
Why against my mortality
Does my spirit rebel
The decree of my end
Do I daily defy?
Why not
As a withered bloom
As a beast of field
Whose time has come
Meek and tranquil
Do I bow my head
And cease?
