Not As If All Is Well

The priceless honey pot has dropped from high Fallen heavily on granite like egg The pot is broken the honey is spilt- How can I then live as if all is well ? From my tear now I seek and eat my salt The dreadlock on my head is not rasta's But wool moulded by the grave dust and dew- No ,I do not live as if all is well . In my black rag I sit upon the slab Cupping my hand on dimming candle light Gazing like astronomer to see you How sad ! I don't live as if all is well . Locust has lost its wings the game is up Its skeleton crawling the field of fowls No ,your bereaved brother is not afar - Think you not he lives as if all is well