I was drinking a glass
Of mineral water from Spain
When I died after saying calmly
I never wanted to write my name
In water even if it costs
A thousand pounds for a liter
I can't wait to be a corpse
That blue color excites me
I've always had the palest skin
The room spun around the will
Letters on blue lined paper
Seemed to crawl deep inside each other
A chorus of wallpaper lawyers hummed
Their collective surprise Whispering
The power of a thousand dollar bill is a hatchet
So this is great wealth Huge mounds of flowers
Black ribbons on each street corner
Chinese herbs An endless procession of hymns
The mortuary had to hire taxicabs
And spray them with lime juice
The candles seemed prehistoric cudgels
The incense reminded everyone of a child's diaper
