Departed 

By gone be thy soul

Carcass forsaken lay upon the swamp

No spirit to grieve , no one to weep

Mortician hoist the casket

Of this alleged quintessential soul

Was thy not worthy of mourn

Lay thy grey bare cadaver lone

 

Decrepit but mellow

Wizened but ardent hands

Of the old dame ,

whose womb borne this bod

Never could kiss adieu

 

Make me blink my eye

Fitter I barter my immortality

With a spry frugal swine

Fashioned who has a life

For folks to woe

Erect who has a stature

Left a wound with whose departure

 

Had thou thought thy existence mattered

Jostled would have a mob

To lament thy departure

 

As distant mine sight can reach

Cannot I discern single concerned

 soul for thy egress

 

You beggared, deprived, dejected soul

Had not a body cared

Dearly are departed thee

Be no more dearly discrete  

 

Make me blink my eye

Be I no more the heathen I was

forge I too a creature

for who thee shall howl

be I too am swain

who be noble bellyful

to merit a burial

 

Alas my corpse lay

Lonely , dead and gray.

                                -   Corpse who lay gray