Beneath The Tombstone
Sitting in a graveyard
The elms swaying brightly
I wish so desperately my life was as beautiful as these sways
I dream of the boy of yesteryear
The boy I could no longer forget
I dream of a world of no masculinity
A world of no femininity
A world of peaceful exchange
A world without graveyard shifts
Imaging this... I put my head beneath the tombstone