To die in public with commercial success
To smash your photogenic face against the rocks
To ask politely, looking into the eyes of kind strangers
My death’s been sold
To decorate interiors and hang on the wall
To disrupt the geometry of square ceilings
To wedge like a naked brick into shining wallpaper
Like a homeless shadow
My shadow’s been sold
Sold
I’m walking on a tightrope, sighing as I go
The board I’m walking on will end – soon I will fall
Under foot, under the wheels
Under the heavy hammer
Going, going, gone
My death’s been sold
Sold
The traffic light is blinking merrily
The song flying fast against the winds
To rejoice in the sunshine and the raincheck
Happily ever after
My death’s been sold
Sold
