As I lean over him,
I recognise his shattered skull.
Breathing is slow, eyes dim,
Thoughts hide in a neuronal lull.
Sapient forehead furrowed,
From his body spirit slips.
Try to learn the secret of his sorrows,
From the last words that escape his lips.
I hear the distant sighs
Like notes of a funeral psalm.
The prayers for the dead,
Just like a storm before the calm.
Sapient forehead furrowed,
From his body spirit slips.
Try to learn the secret of his sorrows
From the last words that escape his lips.
Funeral procession
At the bottom of the seas.
Kneel before the grave, pay reverence.
Our dead sleep quietly, at least.
I hear the distant sighs,
Like notes of a funeral psalm.
The prayers for the dead,
just like a storm before the calm.
Rest, my friend,
Guarded by zoophytes.
Safe from shark and man,
Entombed by wondrous wights!
Sleep, my friend,
Entangle me in gloom.
Safe from shark and man,
Sleep in your coral tomb!