After Death Poem by James McLain

This last time.
While these lips have moved and lived,
then when word by mouth I lived have opened died,
my mind once has remembered that you could never speak,
and being then inside withdrawn,
it is even more restricted.
However from then when my mind has even now returned.
And I remember you in speach they move again.
Please pass me by and pay attention not again to that.
You do not have to hear them speak about those trees again.
Sleeping for the present,
I have left it all behind, what it is possible to hear.