Something dreadfully goes wrong with me When my grandmother I see In her ancient rocking chair Sitting sound still. I feel sick,I grow old,I hear the sound Of giggling snowmen scattered all around. I imagine I behold a skeleton disguised False hair,false teeth Kiss-worn lips Pregnant of no smile. I feel my eyes then travel backward To 14th century frescos That with excessive look Turn you to a marble-spirited statue. At the end of the show I wish the world Had a head I could break with a bang! Then midst the earth's heap Hid my sight and song Under a pterodactyl's patting wing.