away with your valediction
for the one who has left
for although death’s door is closed
to any more today they will insist
to valedict about her now just gone
but let the thought be
would she pretend to take
the sad goodbyes that she
did oft proclaim herself
and chilled at the thought
of receiving back ten fold
the solemnity heaped upon
their going shoulders that
bore life no better when alive
yet preferred to solemnise
on others
baring the hard thought that
one day slipped of the lanyard life
she would sail away ablaze with
probity pressing the pyre ship
deep into the closeting sunset
as the penitents turn away for
theirs like yours will for another day
decide to say or not to say goodbye
for although we all die
perhaps tomorrow my pocket will
be more ready to accept your coin
until then i ask over and over
am i gone
or do linger on
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