When I Die
When the ram dies
Bury him with the twin
In the grave cloth of his conscience
Were I to die now
I would lie down with me
Even with my conscience
Than ply the empty street without me;
I don’t need those graves
The dual graves that is dug!
Tho’ some have fought for two graves
Who died long ago,
– Yes, longer than long ago! –
Tho’ they still live among us
And like hollow men, weeping
They weep for a re-union
With themselves in earth’s clay
Longing to die the death –
When I die
Let me be buried with my conscience.
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