Finality
Sweet smell of earth freshly
turned over in which I lie
below in damp darkness.
Eyes, once needful, eternally
asleep. The Holly tree that
thrived throughout
the years grows green
and strong; I have no
need of it. (nor do I
remember it) in the place
where I have gone.
The silentness of
voiceless nights, I
cannot comprehend.
nor a Robin's tune
in leafy tree; or
the song sung by a
warm and gentle breeze.
Plant lillies on my mound
if you choose. It matters
not to me. I remain alone,
no one to hold or comfort me.
winter, spring, summer, fall-
now all the same to me.
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