A morsel of fresh earth upon the lips of the dead
Which stimulates and yet eludes my fear
Is placed with care and comfort as I occupy this bed
And everything around is far and near
I'm earnest in disease
I celebrate my needs
You're seeking to assist
In things that will be noticed
Mistakes are made that life is what I should be reaching for
Such thoughts dissolve into the earth
But earth and dirt and soil and soil alike may share rapport
And illness and its stillness give me birth
I'm earnest in disease
I celebrate my needs
You're seeking to make clear
The things that bring me fear
As pleasant as the blood which springs from unattended wounds
Your words revive my needs as I unfold
My body out upon the slab with such a graceful swoon
To still my beating heart, to make it bold
I'm earnest in disease
I celebrate my needs
You're seeking to assist
In things that will be noticed
The earth, I feel it surge and swell itself without these walls
And find my body lying in the garden
And further still, into the earth, but back there in the hall
You move and movements always are forgotten
I'm earnest in disease
I celebrate my needs
You're seeking to make clear
The things that bring me fear