I’m going to do what I’ve seen
Many others apply
To their mind as they watch another’s body just die

Wait and beg after
Under judge of monuments
That are so very quiet in the hearts cradled resonance

Followed, bounding, cold and unfeeling
Sent into the towards
Of winter with in horror is rest upon one score

Come God in the next moment
The war you’ll discuss
To snow when it bombards that grave of my trust

You laying and just
Laying my life
Laying, that’s more than I’ve done with a scythe

You pouring me out
And pouring accounts
For more than what little of life I recount

Over and over
You’re sick and I’m sober
Into buckets, begets; we sink only closer

Until,
And I’ve seen,
Until the water’s mixed up

Your blood with,
Nor life, nor
Denying regrets