Alas Poem by Tanathica

I wish that I could join you all, alas I'm dead
My day is here and a pall of peace weighs upon my head
I know, with steady tread, back on the altar of your bed
I have foreshadowed you, but you yet live, so spare a thought
About the fate we with numb hands we had wrought
The things we seek, or sought, the life we led

If I could buy a wish, I'd make this coffin go unfed
An empty coffin's worth about a slightly fuller head
And in the open head, grey trenches mark the conflicts fought
Thought that's if wishes could be bought, and as I've said
Alas, I'm dead

"There's none immortal" so it's said
And so we scrawl our names on stones instead
The deeper carved, the longer lasts, as we are taught
If wishes were a thing that could be bought
I would pose myself a danger more than that from which I fled
Alas I'm dead