This is a dirge
Small moans from thick lips
Lips thick with cracks
thick with time
Broken like the desert

This is a burial
Cold fingers clutch
Hold the gold they wore
Wore to church
Rusted like cars

This is farewell
Looks from longing eyes
Eyes thick with time
Heavy with fear
Resting like the dead

This is sleep
Rest from fallen limbs
Limbs heavy with time
Heavy with rest
Falling like a dove

This is rebirth
Shock from fallen eyes
Eyes sharp with rest
Sharp with rage
Glaring like the living

This is revenge
Pain from cutting nails
Nails sharp with time
Sharp with rage
Plunging like a knife

This is falling
Tears from broken hands
Hands snapped by fear
Injured with threats
Falling like a dove

This is a dirge
Fallen stars one by one
Numbered
One, two
One, two
This is a funeral
This is a dirge