Requiem

denial, pain...

It was all dead. All dead but her tired black hair.
In the coffin or in the frame -- now who was she?
Too many voices at once. Children's last plea.
The sunshine fell on weeping faces. Heavy air.

"Forget me not", why am I the one saying this.
The winds are crying ugly screams. I can't see.
Roses, orchid, lillies, some bees at her feet.
"It's over, isn't it", I think I read from chapped lips.

Cold brown soil thrown onto white lukewarm body.
No storm in sight to cover this crime of skies.
Everyone around me but where's somebody?

No longer here, but just where? Somewehere out there...
Pure robe, lifeless smile, this world lost two brown eyes.
It was all dead. All dead, and soon her black hair.