not at all plastic

 here is the test of what we want to know

 measured in force but not yet in desire

entombed disdain of what we must acquire

on this short trip there's not so far to go

 before the flag comes down on the whole show

and story's done that tune's one for the lyre

unmusical but catchy round the fire

so we must learn before it's time to go

now heroes fail just like the common sort

and no birds cry when they let out last breath

 but mountains soften underneath the rain

 turning far greener with that soft support

in the sure knowledge that like any death

 we will be thankful for an end of pain