The Shaker's Cask - Musée Mécanique

In my time of dying

May peace take your hands,

And the steel that they harbored,

Take earth by my side.

With some help from a son

And the rose at your chest

Every measure of man that you’ve made

Will soon be replaced.

Lay me down on the open ice

Where the Eskimeaux played.

Lay me down eighty feet in the sand

Where the young pharoah’s old gold was stolen.

Lay me down,

Lay me down,

Lay me down as you please.

But take your peace as my eyesight has ceased

And holy grails in old pails I can’t seek.

Now this poem and this flask

Where the good word was cast,

And the catacombs that established our homes,

And the dirt on the old Shaker’s cask:

They too will pass

And our pride will pass

And the coasts that divided your lies will pass.

And the rivers pass with our brothers' grasps

Like the moons that have orbited us have collapsed,

And the ghosts at the sands of the damned hourglass,

And the many shores left, still,

To follow their path.