The act of death is a fact of life
When it comes true it cuts through like a knife
Cuts between to be and not to be
Between what we have seen and who knows what
But in that moment maybe to see
The act of death as a fact of life that
Means life goes on then ultimately
Who knows what goes on but I want to know
If they go on going when they go
Knowing soon enough no need to worry
About what I may find out someday
Let it come but not be in a hurry
Let me go on going anyway
Knowing enough to believe I will then
Knowing enough for now until then
I have enough to think about today
Without thinking about this again
On the Eve of the Eve of Christmas Day
I try not to think about it but
Marisol went on to find out today
With Bowser and me in the kitchen
Where a fact of life like a knife has cut
And taken my dog Marisol away
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