The urn

The urn it cries

With death inside

Quickly I defy

The odds

Changing paces

Debt because

The layman's tango

Has captured fears

Mosquito man

Each coming year

We sip the silk

Of years that come

We roam the streets

For where

We long

Please find me 

My beating heart

The throb of a vein

A pulse that whistled

If I'd begun

From the start

To avoid this thing

An ancient vessel