It is a necessity that cannot give in
As to endless funerals
I attend without moving
Waiting for the moment to lay a wreath
At last fainting on the stele
But no golden casket, no horses, nothing
But no golden casket, no horses, nothing
Only the stems of tulips and daisies
Still in my mouth
Tied with the pink thread of time
So I just must wait, I wait eyes almost closed
The time of your burial procession
May 2011