Or, if you give no surety to live
Or, today's dullness of lives you pour on
We, mere being hollow in speech must grieve
Unto the date comes we guaranteed by;
And tough-soul'd secrecy of death must groan
To it's unfulfillment who must we tie
Giving rather emphasis beautiful,
To have a laugh, or jeer upon you once
Here God may occupy throne of your rule
And side by side we, poor ones, will worship
Moreover, our past dying souls announce
Must to you, that all's but equal in deep,
Far-off, in some earthly gains though we are
Truely, those intended to grave so far.



18 February,2018
Place: Gazole