Death Poem by Rebekah O'Donley

Thus the mortal writes...
An eulogy is simply forgotten upon the cemetery lawn...
Do we speak in a forward tongue to the undead simpletons?
Merely to proclaim that peace replaces every dropp of blood for your cadaver?
Who would've imagined the earth on which we used to play would be our burial site?
The words, they say, fall on deaf ears, for the dead, I believe cannot hear at all...
Memories now forgotten, lay upon hearts seemingly vacant with dwellings of the morrow...
As roses and black lace cannot unveil their eyes upon the caskets...
Can you hear the bells? The matrimonious wedlock reverberates on an empty pew...
Tell me, I pray you, can the deceased still love with a silent heart? I thought not...
Where is the victory in death? I believe the lifeless cannot fight at all...
Death is but a notion to sever transparent ties...
and to make ones self... innately feel alive.