Guggenheim Wax Museum

All I found in Harrow’s Field
Were furrows, dark, that would not yield
The Vigilant Digger will dig my grave
Of an earth made of things I cannot say
And build a cenotaph that stands
Where we once kneeled
Saying, «Oh»
Saying, «Oh»
«I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive»
Saying, «Oh»
Saying, «Oh»
«I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive»
But no one really is