The Epitaph of Davis Beauchamp as written by Davis Beauchamp

I waited for the rain,

Waiting there,

In the pouring rain.

I pounded the earth,

Feeling how it felt,

Smelling how it smelt.

I braced for the pain,

Screaming there,

In intensifying pain.

I founded a city,

Before it was built,

I made its flowers wilt.

I cut out my brain,

Lying there,

Without my brain.

I hounded my students,

Told them of death,

My final breath.