The Burial

To the lighthouse that faithfully whispers the fisherman starboard
 To the children whose days number more than every flower in Europe
 To the nations who charter their florid colonial highways
 To the towers erected by contractors named after kings
 God will bury you; nature will bury you
 To the gunmen who guard against all of the starving
 God will bury you; nature will bury you
 To the screens and the radios where words turn to weapons
 God will bury you; nature will bury you
 To the terrified rich man
 God will bury you
 To the killer of animals
 Nature will bury you
 To the worship of justice
 The reliance on reason
 And the fire in your eyes
 God will bury you
 Nature will bury you
 Time will bury your bones unseen
 Total and absolute
 Infinite amplitude
 Till all the black is ripe in green
 I'm not angry
 I'm not sad
 I'm just stating the fact that
 God will bury you
 Nature will bury you