under the voilet sky i shall pluck a drop of rainbow,
as i pour liquid gold into your silver chalice and drink down the last drop of arsenic
i close my eyes as you lead me in my last dance.
the serene oil-painted background shouts to me.
it calls out my name.
slowly i fade into the buildings
up onto the walls
and into the picture
the old gold framed canvas,
now with my picture on it.
here i pose in all my glory , alongside my victorious ancestors.
here i lie .
my own tombstone.