Glimpse in warning

My death will come as no surprise for the supporters who watched me hide
and lovers bit the hands I cheered 
faultless skies held the river's
caustic tide
in this different perspective now
where I dress in holy vows
 creation decidedly announced an early voice from beneath this cloudy shroud 
So Heated in the bed so rented in my head
alone as shadows form
words glide into natures form
Quiet as a plastic teardrop falls
round and blessed in white
mixing in this alchemy of alcoholic cemetery 
the day 
I died