Sad dirges hum a tune
Soulful as death can be.
By hymns of funerals
And sound of marching drums,
Voices yodeled undisturbed
Down pass aisles and hallways
Silent beneath the morgue.
Forlorn are the spirits
Laid quietly at peace
With the scent and coffin
As a form of death's victim
Rests vainly awhile,
Whereas voices wander
Only in desolation.
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