epitome of man, i held you dear
as winter blew itself to Earth so near!
but now the Sunlight bears its gleaming head
so now i sing for you, the Lost and Dead.
the thwarting that we made against the earth -
which lay engulfed within our smold'ring hearth -
now lay about our knees in rough defeat
as juices flow into our mouths so sweet!
but now i've made you victim of the blade;
and nothing more upon my face you'll shade -
for you have seen your Death upon my hand:
a suicide brought up from my command.
so now i bid your body sweet farewell;
i pray it be a heaven where you dwell -
i missed your darkened soft and rumpled curls
as down the drain i watched them swirl and swirl.