I said a prayer to the highway god
“Please don’t let me
die alone
Out on this road
So far from home”
Some say
that hungry worms conspire to rend the flesh of the recently expired. That we
return to whence we came – to that unknown place which bears no name. Some day
perhaps we’ll rise again to know no sorrow – to feel no pain. I don’t know the
truth in that, because I’ve seen death up close and I don’t see no way back
from that. So if I fall before my time; bury me beneath the sign that points
the way back home; and simply say of me ‘he once was here and now is gone’.
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