This is, I guess, a dirge I wrote a few years ago for a mentor who had died!. Please feel free to be critical!.
"Of Natural Causes"
The greenest grass shall cover him
Upon a hillock crowned by stone!.
The keenest light shall falter when
The eye that sees it sees alone!.
I knew his kind, melodic brogue,
I knew his wild and frothy beard,
Yet he who tried to teach this rogue
Lad shall ever remain unheard!.
How such a solid, laughing man
Can stumble so in daily mirth,
Now silenced in his rictus grin
By mouth and sockets filled with earth
Does signal how early we’re shorn
From Nature’s womb though we decry it!.
And they who laugh and they who mourn
Harp alone on Earth so quiet!.
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