How does one
love the
dead-
Make a
date with a
grave,
Try to get inside their head?
Too late to
saveThem from their
fate;
Just say we failed,
It's now too late
(How sad, they ailed)
Be faithful then
At morning, noon,
On them attend
Beside the
tomb,
Bring flowers there,
And wreathes of blue-
And would, they knew
Your
heart was
true.