WHEN IT'S DONE When it's done Will the cows be coming home Or will they sit and die? When it's done Will they lie upon the grass Or will it curl and dry? Will you be there Holding me Or will you sit and watch? Will you fear my arms Or never even see them? Will you stand there By the door And never dare to glance? When it's done When it's done Will the moon be wearing A nighttime cap And saying, "Goodnight, Moon" Or will the cattle just stand there In a line And trample what was never groomed? Will there be a mourning song With trumpets and poetry Or will there just be moonlit Emptiness? Will there be tears and crackers In the air Or will there just be people standing Separate? When it's done Will there be a marathon to the Burial site To place the first blue flower Or will there just be a distant march And a quiet hymn heard only underground? When it's done will anyone place flowers Or will they just stand around Trying to hide the newspapers Driving away from the song? Written in 2002. Poetry