Lament for a Friend

By | 1 November 2019
From “The Last song for the hearing”


I am so sorry, my friend,
The funeral, it’s forbidden me.
When the time comes
For the final lowering
I will not be there
I will not be there for you

I am so sorry, my friend,
When you stipple the waters
When you go softly
Between yourself and the sun
I will not know
I will not be there for you

I am so sorry, my friend,
I am not of your mysteries
I will not see you again
If there are strange lights
On the water
I wake, but do not see.

My friend, you leave before the time
I will bribe the gravedigger
Such, now, is the custom,
It is you that lives behind me
With your black mouth you sing,
You sing, you sing.

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