The Funeral
Take a deep breath, take off every hat,
close every eye, not an eyelash should bat.
Silence the voices, quiet the hum,
bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
He was the north and south to my east and west,
the good to my bad, the worst to my best.
I was noon, he was midnight. He was dusk, I was dawn.
He was everything to me, and now, he is gone.
I don't want the stars now that his life is done.
We should break up the moon and extinguish the sun.
Drain out the oceans and burn down the wood
because nothing now will ever come to any good.