BEHIND DEATH

Behind this barbed-wire fence
                (It hurts to tell you so)

They stripped me naked then stared
At the dirt I could not rinse.

Behind this barbed-wire fence
                (Slit wrists twisted in cuffs)

I told the half-dead counselor
                I’d really had enough.

Behind this barbed-wire fence
                (It hurts to tell you so)

Life is attempting suicide
                In a graveyard where all dirt goes.