Here I lie A wreck of bones, A wreck of life Upon the rocks, And do I care? Nor do I care;
I fell too far To spring away As once I sprang When I was young, And do I care Nor do I care;
I had a life Among these hills, They take my life Back to themselves, And do I care , Nor do I care;
I took my life From day to day, From weed to weed And turf to turf, Now do I care Nor do I care;
One day I saw, My head upraised, A distant sea, Then dropped my head
In search of sweetness Not adventure, In search of sure Beneath my feet, And do I care Nor do I care;
I never wondered, Head upraised, To see the sky, And if I wandered
Never saw Beyond the rocks, Beyond the turf Beneath my feet, Now do I care Nor do I care;
But I did lamb And had a care One Springtime past, Or was it twice?
Still, I did lamb And had a care To fill my time Some Springtime past,
Now do I care Nor do I care.
I once was shorn, Or was it twice? Or was it more? Some Summer past, And do I care Nor do I care;
I once was cold, Or was it more That I was cold Some Winter past? And do I care Nor do I care;
I once had fear, Or was it twice? Some Autumn past, And care was lost,
Now do I care Nor do I care;
Just once I fell And broke three legs And could not move And suffered crows, Yet do I care Nor do I care;
Became a meal Among these hills To others who Now lie here still, And do I care Nor do I care;
Yes: I was sheep And now I'm none, I lived a life And now I'm gone, And do I care Nor do I care;
For I am bones And wisp of wool, A fern grows through my eye.
There were four of us: Him and him, And you and me, On a spree to escape the pack, On a skive to prove distinction, Cementing our unity. Braving the threat: Not knowing what was to come.
We paired, two Preoccupied with the future, And two who talked of this And that, and nothing so Crucial. Two who played with Songs and remembered joys: You and me; Almost a courting couple We must have seemed;
And me desperate for your touch, To hold your hand! And you? I never knew but guessed That you were so inclined, Erroneously as it turns out. Is your memory the same as mine?
What was your sister told - she who giggled At my excusive concern - The day you had a bug: The day I nearly expired for lack Of your voice, And the day I nearly told you.
Was this disaster averted? Or postponed? Or actually occurred?