All To Those Who Know Poem by Joel Roderick Dreaver (Bisson)

When The Non-White Doves Sing, I know You're Gone;
To All My Loves who've gave up on The Hopes for Life.
Theatre of Woeful Tragedy is when our Parents died,
When does this leave me to follow; You know I do, Dear Wife.
I am Lying on The Ground Naked and Beneath You There,
Looking down The Glass of what once lied to all their Views;
A Screen with a Smile while I was left here with you a heir.
All To Those Who Know not To Do Unto Thou Memories Blue.