Now That. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Now that you're dead and comfortable in your grave
And the living, loving people have deserted their race
And the chirping birds have gone silent and you they mourn
And the flowing rivers have sworn allegiance to the moon
And the flowers have been patient with the wooing of the wind
And the dogs have long lost their flair for the erring sheep
And the roads have gone astray and slept on the lone rocks
And the proud bears have left the wild dens for the cozy bars
And the queens of embrace have swallowed their selling grace
And the bold have traversed the course of time with singing rhyme
And the dreamy night has taken her flight before the fiery dawn
Can you be so sure your life was led the way it should?