Alas, tis time for our departure
from this world of suffering and rapture
the spade of the undead forever Exorcises
our sorrows
and from the dust of our existence it resplendently borrows.
In the incipience as in the end
make your soft bed from hard earth; my friend
let not the whiteness of your cloth deter the impending darkness.
that impels your silences
and distills you to stillness
©poetree
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