No Repentance In Grave 2

No pardoning of graveyard bones; I have my head been shaking at those of the late Jones. A sinner falls asleep and God withdraws His interest Whether in the East domiciled or in the West; Always disdaining our intercessory prayers And their supposedly anointed Sayers The lifeless bundle on a stretched out bier I myself would look at but still mind my beer; All supplications before their voicing already meaningless If the lived life of the late was an emptiness All requiems on its behalf to bump against heaven’s shut doors: Every priest a mere comedian while begging God on all fours.