In Memory Of Abbey

Bury me in the desert, oh lord
  Disregard the state and its burial laws
      Let the dust eat my flesh; buzzards eat my bones
        Sun have my soul
Everyone’s got to eat
    Let my carcass feed the desert and its ancestors
Profundity, fecundity, sweet wine and suicide,
    Of thee we sing

For I have held life in my hands
    And earthly beauty in my eyes
And now sweet eternal silence
    till the cows come home.



                      In Memory Of  Edward Abbey