My Wake Poem by Engin Kavrak

What composite decay
In my form of play
Decend peelingly
Upon my shoulders
Define beyond me
Through my folders
Ply slying me
Beyond my foe
In my deepling play
Rely on my source
In my deeping clays
Break within my shores
My beard fortells
My crow foretold
In what composite delay
My keepings foretold
Come back if you can
My blood deepens
Such as my crown
My cries feebles
Such as the tears feedens
Come back on my shoulder
Perch where you can slumber
I am still awake
Yet I know
You would delay even
In my wake