Do you ever let yourself mourn
or do you hide the funeral away
like I do?
Do you let the holy Mass go on
and on and on,
the angels' chorus ringing in the air,
a cloud of "holy holy holy"
among the smell of incense and from
the dark lair in your soul,
do you watch and watch and watch
hoping it will never end?
Nobody ever liked dirt under their fingernails.