Testo Silver

Hippopotamus at my funeral
Dig, dip me deeper down Water Buffalo
Hair and my fingernails they are growing
What can I take with me Silver Herring?
O forbid it Lord that I should boast
Of time spent silent as a ghost
Hands and my fingertips they can't bury me
What can I take with me can I take with me? Grip is loosened, fist unfurled
My departure from the world