A Poem About Death — A hollowed heart, a haunted soul,
A mortal corpse, now hellfire’s coal,
Filthy, forgotten, food of worms,
Tearful is the one who in flesh-grave turns. Broken battle-tools tarnished with mud,
A soldier’s flag stained by blood,
Lost lover’s necklace across the breast,
A Magpie spots it from the nest. Bright…