Like train in the station; their breath seized
Like ship in its harbor; their heart stopped
Like rain from the sky; blood spilled
Like plane in a crash; bones broken

Like shadows after sunset; their Souls departed
Like oil wells of the gulf; Grounds dug
Like babies' nap at night; Bodies laid to rest
Like grains planted to germinate; carcass covered in soil

Heaven is too far
Ground is too deep
If the dead don't hear our cries
Why then do we mourn all night?

Immortals wept for by mere Mortals
Mortals soon to transduce into Immortals
Only to be wept for by unsuspecting Mortals
Who shall also be wept for by Mortals;  how Cyclonic?

For Papa
For Grandpa