Here lies a poet who was mad and young
The two things may go together
As to the songs he sung
They were found in winter weather.
EPITAPHS FOR THE FUTURE
Monarchy
Here lies a part of hell that on earth was
(It took it long to pass,
Riddled by way of Justice
Here lies the other part.
Religion
Here lies the beautiful assassin cold
Who smiled upon his victim and singing
Murdering sweet songs to his imagining
Till by his each a (...) he sells
It died because it was old.
Who smiled upon his victim and singing
Murdering sweet songs to his imagining
Till by his each a (...) he sells
It died because it was old.
Alexander Search
Here lies a poet who was mad and young
The two things may go together
As to the songs he sung
They were found in winter weather.
They were found in winter weather.