I have been
So polite
Yet so grim
And it's gone
Before I go
To the right side of time
Hoping to write a poem
Like my father
Sabon
Still alive
But gone
I set the fire
Bury us among the flames
I set the fire
We barely bothered anyway
I set the fire
(But) it has to burn all the way
I set the fire
Then resurrect from all those flames
You haven been
So divine
Yet so thin
It was done
Before you go
To the wrong side of doubt
Trying to tie a scarf on
Like your mother
Saffron
So out there
But gone