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And when my eyes are closed
In a final deep slumber...

Will there be one to say:
'Here lies the one
Who made life easy to live
For others, other than himself?'...

Will there be one to mourn
To weep and wail
Consolably 
Beating my limp body
Crying that I will be missed?

Will there be one to cover me
Faithfully and fatefully
Looking into the closed eyes
Thinking about the vanity called life?

Will there be one to announce
That this nameless being is gone
Telling the world that the corpse
Is leaving for his main home 
In a few hours?

Will there be one to clothe my carcass
Gather my heavy bones 
With the woolen shroud
Covering me head to toe 
In a maddening lift to the grave?

Will there be ones to pray
Seeking forgiveness for my sins
Calling for my debt to paid
Asking that my transgressions
In their multitude be forgiven
Yielding their shoulders 
As a final vehicle to my final home?

Won't there be ones to laugh
Mock
Dance 
Rejoice 
That the lavishly-foolish man 
Is gone
That the ridiculously-disturbing idiot
Has left
For them to dwell in their rots
For them to live eternally 
In their blackness?

Won't there be ones 
Who will be happy
That their enemy 
This fine world has left?

(c) Yettocome '2019

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