Kenos Taphos

I was only a ragged bairn When my death was born When first became last My carcass became dust Across the cold, solemn limbo sorrow was my only pillow I was tacilty laid in peace But my souls was never at ease Coldness melted my broken pieces After my breath dried the oases I mourn not for my death But for my sour and bitter fate My gravemound was an absent site No flowers, no wreath, no light Only grassess and a solid trace Of a falling statuette without a face