happy birthday don't die
miller, rhett
the new unified government sleeps
she's the sum of the tchotchkes she keeps
she's a hundred years old tonight
in the flickering of video light
sometimes widow is the word that sticks
as we all go spinning off into the sky
the planet is covered in steel
the moon goes on wasting its light
while the widow is watching the reel
it won't keep her warmed at night
her children are light years away
asleep as the ships hurdle on
where she once had a reason to stay
but her reason is long gone
as we all go spinning off into the sky
she gave birth to seven grown men
and then they each had seven more
she would do it all over again
but the soles of her feet are sore
nightfall is just an idea
it's suppertime when she succumbs
plays on although she is done
as we all go spinning off into the sky