Last One Living, The

To go to god with your unbending burdens
Lands you in the pond with the fishes and the journeys,
Melts the slope that dives to the road,
Melts the groove that sends you aloof,
Melts the stoop where you sleuth

If you are flying in the sight
Of the oldest people's towns,
You are raised up to the height
Of the perfect floating round

And the last one living will abide,
The last one living will divide
And the last one living will decide
And the last one living will be right

Paint whirling feathers into flowing blows,
Getting beating by the stream that flows below
Get impressions of the bridge we tow across,
Drive on out to go swimming in the big lusty river of rust
Pointing voices at the mirrors and the roads
That stand before us and slam us in the sloughs

And the last one living will abide
The last one living will divide
And the last one living will decide
And the last one living will be right