Lamenting decay by virtue of perpetuated existence
Bearing witness to dissolution
Hollow worship, self-diminishing, split the earth
The crooked hands of dejection grasping through decrepitude incessant
Lonely reminder above, solitary and barren
The displaced head of ruined deity
Power washed out as tides from silent peninsula
Oh could bones be counted, the endless record of a withered life
A misery beyond time, remnant to linger
Foul reminder of inert decay
Spit out regrets, they choke, they ravage
Ancient potency falters, glimmers of glorious youth and beauty
Oh could lives be surrendered
A final end, irrevocable consummation, dissipate, sink, fade
Leave behind world that forgets
A final denouncement drips from dying mouth
Scornful declaration tarnished with despair, subdued, broken, withered
A final lament
A final lament
“Ebb tide has come to me as to the Sea
It is riches you love
And not people
As for us
When we lived
It was people we loved”