their love is so auld when kept

like it’s the first day

that you’ll hide it all away

‘I had speeches I should’ve made to him’

I thought of the woman you loved

I wonder if she knows

I wonder if she’ll cry

perishing cold

all of a sudden

you’re a perdition alive

for a demise in sleep

I’m hiding behind a tree

with flowers in my hand

that he can’t see

such elegies

even you’d believe they knew him

sing it as we break down in feeling

how the dead fold the breathing

quiet as I bow vainly beseeching

atone how sorely we’re wailing

in a dream my demerit expiring

the wake is not awakening

with the rust of her earring

in my bloodstream

fading

away in his sleep

dying                                                              

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