Tribute

Pitch dark smoke rises
Against grey tide,

Our gathering awaits,
Broken; moist eyed.

 

I no longer inhabit me,
Cursed and weak;

No longer is my spirit
Contained in me, meek.

 

I’ve shed these clothes
I’ve donned too long;

I’ve quit this world,
I’ve sung my song.

 

The last breath, borrowed
Called you to me.

The last words for now
Were echoes of nee.

 

I can sleep hereon under
Earth’s blanket warm,

I’ve been silenced now;
A quieter, unruly storm.

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