I will only be, in death;
The humbly marked grave--
A suggestion for them.
Whispers in forests, where
are they, Time? Where
did they go--not to heaven
or to hell--I mean, are their
bodies here with us still; or
have they been consumed
in our forgetfulness--
our graves made out of
bad faiths...
I suppose I will only be in death;
And He who shall witness it will be
through them.