When I am dead my dearest
Sing a soulful song for me
Plant a holly at my head
And poppies at my feet

Be the grieving fickle bride
Whose love for another undenied
Only this body lies innate
A soul still stirs and seethes with hate

I see the shadows of the night
Our door is open to another
Flesh no longer feels the pain
My spirit senses you see no shame
In what you did and what you do

But the letter sent before my death
Arrived late today in my stead
Tonight my darling sing your song
Soon in some barred bed belong

05/04/2007

Posted on 05/04/2007
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