Ziggy's dead.
Dead men naked grind one with the man in the wind and the west moon
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death
But finest prose cannot recall one breath.... And
Ziggy's dead.
Lying still, save crimson flow,
Faintest pulse but I don't know if
Ziggy's dead.
Touch and talk in crooner's tone
Project the love to heal alone
As traffic monster leaps ahead
Willing victim onward sped
To next disaster waiting there
New bodies lie in dirt despair.... But
Ziggy's dead.
Bounce has sped to doggy heaven
Moved from us now with love to leaven
New rolls of happiness in ziggy antic
Freshly made from love so frantic.... And
Ziggy's dead.
Cover her and cradle tight
Hold the life that burned so bright
Call the vet and take her there
Feel new moment of despair
And know that
Ziggy's dead.
And still the world turns on; how can it be?
Turns on but not including me.... Now
Ziggy's dead.