Better to smoke here than the Hereafter

Pour seul écho, un extrait du poème de Patti Smith

"Death Singing"

He sings of youth enraged

And the burning of Atlanta

And these viral times

And May ribbons streaming

And straw-colored curls a-turning

A mother's vain delight

And woe to the sun

And woe to the young

Another hearse is drawn

Have you seen death singing

In the straw-colored light