Dead Man



(Dialogue kicks in after first few bars)


Through a tunnel carved in dead mens bones

the living went to hell

the stoker fed the flaming mouth

as the hammer struck its knell


The landscape flattened beneath the plain

its rivers turned to dust

strange tepees ripped ragged by blackened rain

sit fragile on the crust


Passengers cling to souls long sold

confessions too late to speak

they will not endure to grow ever-old

for they were not the meek


As downward-downward still they surge

descending into fire

the darkest of them all are purged

as hell-flames venture higher




Dead ManJim JarmuschNeil YoungStuff

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 13th Dec 2017 11:54

Thanks Ray,

I’m a bit of a fan of Jim Jarmusch, he isn’t always decipherable but the journey is usually fun.

“Dead Man” is a good start point if you’re interested.

All the best,


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Tue 12th Dec 2017 21:51

Something about this inspired poem reminds me of Kill Bill David. The grittiness and relentlessness of it and behind it a sort of worship of the inevitable. Which is nice!

Really powerful and a great reading too.


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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 11th Dec 2017 22:28

Ah well, very kind 220....but I'm not handing back my stack of "Big Issues" yet, either for real or metaphorically.

Many thanks,


Happy crimbo everyone XX

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Mon 11th Dec 2017 18:53

To be a classic!

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