As it was a moment of silence, the music kept playing
The mourners were lost in transaction
I walked in silence as my steps left tears behind
As the warmth of the soil awaits me
And all I have is my flesh, to offer the worms
Who will inherit my inheritance of unlawful pistol now?
As death can be poetic same as love
And the eternal light they once spoke about
Could be replaced by coal and its dirt
Ashes to ashes, they said
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem