I know all of your needs
You who is six foot four
Of a metre deep pit
Have no worry you’ll fit.
I am a grave digger;
Of the age old kind
One who let your body grow
As grass, plant and trees
I tend not schoolyards
Where you grew old
But these graveyards
Where flesh turns bones
These moments of last embrace
Of earth, body with no grace
I give you all honour
As much as one he who never got, can
Fallen from grace and exiled
Into never known lands of despair
Even the air I respire
Had fumes of dreams killed
Searching for a true cover
Life, once a safe bubble
Broken by unseen trouble
Come to end will it ever?
Waiting for the final kiss
Drive through the roads I once lived
Which wouldn’t laughter applaud filled
Rather tears of those who for long wouldn’t miss
Rain mixed tears
Weeps the same
Watery visions in sepial hues
Pale orchids and un-nailed coffin
Melancholy bell tolls
Ambulance slowly rolls
Tear stained travel worn
Gathered around to mourn
Half smiles, knowing nods
Distant eyes watched vacant corridors
