Oh straightened back, So tense, no slack, on slab of stone, all alone! The look in your eyes, Deep inside, All vision gone, Now so obscure, all a-blur. Yellow tag strung on toe, No price, no sale, No name I know, could be Doe. No tears, No fears, Only frigid nights, Outstretched arms, O'er thee, Your sleeve. "T.O.D" I see.