Death strikes twice, the first, when coursing lifeblood stops
Upon the second, the spoken name of thine be lost,
And time between should not be briefed,
But scalpel blade and nimble hands within, abridge,
Of all potential generations be stole, a thiefed,
No more a babe be at my tender breast,
Boneless mouth be torn away, a burned bridge
Alas! The conduit be severed full,
The songbirds sing upon in their nest
Above their chicks, but never I, for I am null
The blessed Lord up above, import remembrance
‘Though time ‘twixt the events become short
       So be me, as long as mouths doth speak
       Death creeps aforth, upon, and scared, retreats.