She saw the sunken ground,
Beneath the flower bed.
Bleeding on the grass,
Emerged her golden head.

He came onto the casket,
Traced the waves of her skin.
Saw curls lurking,
As he rubbed the lipstick in.

Even in death
What soul could truly rest?

Is she forgetting,
he’s just a man.
For if he is the Divine God,
Your soul’s forsaken.