Les Paroles D'Un Mort Poem by David Mitchell

I was. I am not. What was I,
Breathing the air of earth?
Myself am nothing, nothing was,
Forever nothing worth.

To me, or to your tiresome world
Of wails and weeping woe;
To you I am what I was to you
A timelessness ago.

Bewail your loss, but not my death,
Which I felt a release;
I see you now; fear not; your life
Will end; and after, peace.

However miserable your life
On earth, your strife how sad,
Your suffering is short; in heaven
One cannot but be glad.

(Saturday,7th January,2006.)