Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Live if you will, die if you must
Who knows what will happen, when we bust ?
Will everything that is of us, rust ?
Or will our breath, catch a gust ?
And whip us up, into angelic delight ?
To sip, of ambrosia nectar ?
And listen to Jesus strum, on his Sitar ?
Parody on psalm 23