Rock the Boat

• Rock the boat,
• spill the sand,
• Marcy is dying.
• Her back wet with sweat,
• her hair fiery red.
• She’s fighting for her life,
• draped beside me.
• It’s a funny thing,
• dying,
• the final loss,
• the final word,
• the final joke.
• It’s the cat with no fur,
• the car with no gas.
• It’s what we dread most,
• the thing that comes fast.
• She’s dying, alright.
• With a smile on her face,
• an eye on this world,
• and one on the next.