I will not mourn this death. It came with bare fists and teeth, with dollars and cents, and with deception, Stole a year or more, But I will not mourn this death. It came with broom handles and flashy ties, with keys and pills, twelve-story threats and dollars, always dollars, But I will not mourn it. It came again in glory, to judge too quick and to compete, It forced a choice, the choice was made, It won and we all lost. But I will not hate it. It came at last, and turned a heart to ashes, Burned up all the gravestones From all the other deaths, all the other lives, But I will not mourn. It's all dead, it's all gone, it's all remembered. I will not mourn. I'll only wait for morning. I will not sleep this night. It fell with knives and accusations, tumbled overhead Like a sun shot down by Night's artillery, And I will not sleep this night. It fell with a crash that shook the earth, A suicide sun leaping from the top floor. And I can't sleep through it. It fell again at noon, when I rode it down A blazing barrel over the falls. And I can't sleep through it. It fell forever, and turned the world to ashes, Burned up all the flowers from all the other days, All the other suns, And I cannot sleep. It's all dark, it's all still, it's all around me, I will not sleep, I'll only wait for morning.