England
It knows you before you are born
It knows you after you die
It is with scorn
It bears your soul.
Crows teach men their place
Tearing intestine from roadkill
Cawing their disrespect
As if we were already dead.
You know what I do not know
You know who I am
A halycon mediocre
Son of man.
A right king of pain
He's very Vincent you know
England has a new master
And no-one says to him.
The moment you die
In this for f'sake land
Quiet, he didn't exist
The paintings we missed.
Now, how things have changed
Must have been a great man
We'll see what becomes of you
Novel Dylan, the dying man.
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