AbiDE wiTh mE

The safe passage of deAth
Demands paYmentS of heaRts
Ensuring all bonds transCend
'Death do us part'

And the traDe oFF is handfuls
Of a dark earth called griEf
It abides over coffiNs
Under teaR shaped wreathS

For the worK of the grievinG
Is an achiNg loNe feat
No loves lefT to comfort
NO hearts left to beat, and

The pathway is simple, foR
No oTHer exists
They mUSt work to mould new
hearts
Hearts that pump empTineSS

M P 22/1/21