I am dead
I died a long while ago
interned deep within the earth
whereupon an empty sermon was spilt
and a few kind words thrown down
like handfuls of soil upon my coffin lid
now they let this dead man rest
and speak only of him in whispers
dead
forgotten
decaying in pieces
no rose
no tears shed
just fragments
of half-remembered dreams
mark the place where he lays
the dark secret
the black sheep
the unforgiven
the man who could have been much more
