It's Unsustainable

I was busy, I was occupied
I was burning the fields
A wind of black was blowing over me
And when the cilia revealedAll the ash lining my lungs
I heard a song, I heard a whispering
I gave my torch to the flame
I counted out the numbers silentlyA list of places and names
That I'd best get back to, at least
Were I soon to find leave or release?
To sing again, now and then, now at leastOn to death and on to dignity
On to flowering the grave
On to faith and on to piety
On to sending awayAll the tools our dynasty yields
All these papers and axles and wheels
On to quiet, on to silence
On to stillIt's not unsustainableSo don't even try to explain me away
We can make it, love
We can bend at the knee, we can fall
And still we can recoverIt's not unsustainable
Don't say it
It's not unsustainable