WAIT FOR MORNING

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.