To The Widow.
What else would words say, what else would words write?
The two legs are joined together,
And the eye aren't shut, yet opened tight.
The soul has gone on a flight near
the journey of the unprepared. By light
or darkness; Goodbye is said— clear,
And the lips would shake, the hand would drop slight'
Goodnight lasts a night, morning's near
but ne'er comes for the eye is closed to-night.
There's nothing new 'neath the old sky
There's nothing old in the new sky, for you...
You come without a wink of eye
and, like in two gasps; sparkling red in blue,
You laugh and giggle wiggle by.
Just tell the dead's blood in kin's vein, adieu
isn't bad yet no good to bye.
Tell her to cry in rusty b'sket that's new
so that she won't find pain ' each lie.
"words from the innocent mind"