Here lies Billy the Kid, here lies his gun Here lies The Light of the World, As quick as the dead, As gone as the sun; Raised like a tent now Where heads bow, are bent down to a gypsy moth roosting home A heart to be consumed By hunger alone Here lies the way I knew how to harbor my mind There rolls a ship of the sea, Steady as she goes, Determined to climb: To fly like a kite above The near and the near enough, Tugging your arms through their sleeves A heart needing only to feel What hunger believes What I loved loved me back, let me go Met my stare, heard me out, Sang to me What I couldn't know; Here lies the best of us, And here stand the rest of us: dying, trying not to let on A heart surrendering everything hunger has won Here lies Billy the Kid, here lies his gun Here lies The Light of the World, As quick as the dead, As gone as the sun