He takes his dinner in the bath

Lovesickened and infirm

The orderly found him there

Flayed on the marble stairs

Hat still in hand, his smoking remains

Blown out by a kiss from Nurse Someday Soon

Someday soon

Someday soon

Some way soon

Some, some, some

His eyes are closed he mouths her name

The rosary her lips and tongue

She is the centrifuge that throws

The spires from the sun

The Sistine Chapel

Painted with a Gatling gun

Someday soon

Someday soon

Someday soon

Someday soon

Someday soon

Oh, the nettles set on end

Move like starlings up a cliff

And ten are of a foggy touch

The forcefield 'round their frosty hairs

Whose shape recalls the wicked spade

That buried him but on his lips

The last rites of Nurse Someday Soon

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