Wrapped in a white cloth,
Candle at his head,
A vacuum of feeling,
Much left unsaid.

I saw the building,
Saw the cask,
Tears rocked my being,
'Why?' I did not ask.

Dreamed he was alive,
Smothered underground,
Dreamed he would survive,
That he was still around.

But my soul had died,
Together in that cask,
I lie there by his side,
In lost love to bask.