CARRYING ITS DISEASE WHERE
I TRAVEL. LIFE AND BEAUTY
SHUN AWAY FROM ME AS
IF THEY WERE AFRAID.
PERHAPS THEY ARE.
WHEN THEIR FOREIGN CALAMITY
HAS RIPPED ME & ROTTED
ME INTO A LIFELESS CORPSE,
LIFE'S IRONY SWEEPS IN
AND ONLY WHEN I AM GONE
DO OTHERS FIND MY LIFE
FOR ETERNITY THIS
GHOST SHALL REMAIN TRIUMPHANT.
