d**h will be unlike the night-times when we lie awake thinking of d**h
d**h will be unlike the Spanish maracas that rattle inside your last breath
d**h will be unlike the Mexican festivals, skeletons wearing top hats
d**h will be unlike the brownstone apartments that dynamite or dereliction collapse
d**h will be unlike the mandolin the hangman relaxes by playing
d**h will be unlike the Hound of the Baskervilles, chilling the moors with its baying
d**h will be unlike the British museum, its bodies from peat bogs and bones
d**h will be unlike the curse of the mummy that turns the explorers to stone
d**h will be unlike the great roller coaster, a plunge from a boast to a scream
d**h will be unlike mahogany coffins great pianists play in their wildest strangest dreams
d**h will be unlike a garden in autumn where poets can sit and compose
d**h will be unlike the granite memorials where memories wither in rows
d**h will be unlike the charge of the Light Brigade Alfred Lord Tennyson rhymed
d**h will be unlike the thin piece of paper that Reagan and Gorbachov sign
d**h will be unlike the hospital bedside with Novocain needles and cards
d**h will be unlike the great day of judgement when God the headmaster presents the awards
d**h will be unlike the marriage that bickers 'til d**h us do part
d**h will be unlike the dreams of the young man who sang 'Love will tear us apart'
d**h will be unlike TV documentaries showing us life from outside
d**h will be unlike the Buddhist nirvana the moth seems to seek in the light
d**h will be unlike the Cities of crystal they build in a few grains of smack
d**h will be unlike the long picture window the coffin looks through to a widow in black
d**h will be unlike a room full of spiders all clinging together and crying
d**h will be unlike the wedding guest's story, the ship drifting lost and the dead sailors sighing
d**h will be unlike the din in the steeple when cholera poisons the village
d**h will be unlike the illumination that Tolstoy provided for poor Ivan Illych
d**h will be unlike the wrinkling sea children glimpse through the chinks in the boardwalk
d**h will be unlike the magical land of 'The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe'
d**h will be unlike the treacherous virus that murders the lovers with AIDS
d**h will be unlike the phantoms of freedom that lead the crowd over the barricades
d**h will be unlike the night thoughts of 'Late Call' when ministers stop being cosy
d**h will be unlike 'The Pit and the Pendulum' co-starring Bela Lugosi
d**h will be unlike the bulge of the mouse inside the boa constrictor
d**h will be unlike that drunkard the phoenix, so tight on the moonshine of golden elixirs
d**h will be unlike that violent p**nography, dear to the Marquis de Sade
d**h will be unlike the last stitch of clothing the stripper discards as her nipples grow hard
d**h will be unlike the bankrupt, handing over the keys to his house
d**h will be unlike the last day of summer, when insects grow stupid and swallows fly south
d**h will be unlike the skull of a merchant that slants through the portrait by Holbein
d**h will be unlike that strange proposition on silence, the Tractatus of Wittgenstein
d**h will be unlike your holiday snaps when the camera lets in the light
d**h will be unlike the honest-but-cold-blooded bank clerk whose hobby is h*mocide
d**h will be unlike the hands of the clock, coming together at midnight
d**h will be unlike the grim amputations of medical students larking on rag night
d**h will be unlike the hijacker's voice in the heads of air traffic controllers
d**h will be unlike the sea as it thunders on Liv Ullman vanishing under the rollers
d**h will be unlike the abbey the pilgrims all saw when they prayed
d**h will be unlike the unholy land at the end of the Children's Crusade
d**h will be unlike the hell in Huis Clos Mr Sartre informs is just other people
d**h will be unlike the travelling salesman who woke up one morning transformed to a beetle
d**h will be unlike 2001, the room at the end of the ride
d**h will be unlike the wrath that Charles Bronson let loose on the Lower East Side
d**h will be unlike the House of the Shades the dog Cerberus guarded for Hades his master
And d**h will be unlike that lesson on Infallibility, the Chernobyl disaster
And d**h will be unlike the empty career of the temp's vacillations gone permanent
d**h will be unlike the unlucky omens the clairvoyant reads in the meaningless firmament
In the meaningless firmament
What will d**h (what will d**h)
Be like? (be like?)
What will d**h (what will d**h)
Be like? (be like?)
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