Gravity

the energy that is dark
it is the gravity
because
this energy is cold and rocky
cold and rocky
it is
cold and rocky
it is
cold and rocky
when you're a miner's
brother
nephew
son of a gun
miner

goin down
into the mine
it is dark for sure
there are many odd sounds
muffled, mysterious
like the whoot of an owl
or the whine of a distance aeroplane
those wonderful student pilots
of Purdue

nay it is gravity
gravity above all else
that is my destiny
the metal taste in my mouth
the cold of the grave
shrink me, so I may dwell
in my grave