There are mourners beside an unmarked grave
witness how quietly they all there do behave.
All shedding silent tears for one they’ve lost
perhaps some loved one in this way to accost.

It seems uncertain if anyone about really knows
who is buried there beneath the grass that grows
at this distant lonely place away from all the rest
perhaps it was the deceased person’s last bequest.

There isn’t any indication to say when, where or how the person died
just these mourners that have come here it seems from far and wide
to pay their solemn respects to one for which only they all know
perhaps it’s the least thing to the departed one they now do owe.

The buried person must have left a strong impression in everyone’s mind
and when alive would have been an influence of some remarkable kind.
There’s no real telling just what the circumstances might then have been
but judging from the expression on all their faces one of deep loss is seen.

The flowers brought by all the mourners gathered there
have been so placed on the ground at their feet where
they have formed a cross inside a circle of distinction
commemorating the passing of one with a benediction.
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Pick me up and take--
Take me to my grave so I--
I can die in love

i am the poison
and i am
the smell of death
i kissed you
and you withered
like roses adorning
a tombstone

a sky full of stars // an arm full of scars
head in the clouds // a foot in the grave

I want to go away.
Lay me in the Earth
And let my body decay.

My mother isn't a cryer,
She would rather fold my body up
To lose it to fire.

Would they sprinkle my ashes somewhere-
Or place me in a jar,
Leaving me on a shelf without a care?

I would rather be put in a box-
Placed underground
To be covered in a mold frost.