Departure - Augie March

The horror of departure

The chemical disarmament

No presence is permanent

But people leave traces

When they leave these places

And I have come to depend on

Certain of your faces

And I can’t do it anymore

The spirit of abandon

Where the spirit is abandoned

And the body thinks itself to soar

But people leave traces

A spiritual deprature

Your disintegrating stature

And well you might be scared to look

Over your shoulder

Watch her crumble into sand

The last woman the last man

Swim the sea and walk the land

To leave and leave and leave and leave

People leave traces

When they leave these places

And I have come to depend on

Certain of your faces

When will I see you again?