Buggie

[a/n: Though you'll hear, "I needn't eat not rest for time," I'm pretty sure it's meant to be nor.]

Crack the bark and hack the pine, my honest task at least is mine,

I needn’t eat nor rest for time - But what you’ve lost - Chop, Nick, you’re fine,

A scrap heap feels no guilt or shame; it can’t grow wise or old,

No nightmares for I’ll never rest, in bed nor casket cold.

- You wonder where she is - Just chop! - You wonder if she cries

Perhaps if you could find her - Stop! I’ll still be here right when she dies

For even if I found her, my love has all been lost,

There’s only bitter iron regret for what devotion cost.

More steel than soul, more corpse than man,

I’ll waste my life an empty can,

Stop thinking, just keep chopping, work will blunt the pain…

- But while you were consumed with work, you rusted solid in the rain.

And thus he stayed the whole year round, his soul ran wild, but body-bound,