We bury the man
And bid him farewell
And Rest In Peace.
We shake our head
At the injustice of it all
We call on heaven to witness
On the sun shining still to witness
And the earth that inherits the remains
To witness
We bid him farewell
With his dreams undone
With his next plans undone
We tell those crying
To bear the loss
That the loss is lost
The loss of his booming voice
The loss of his infectious humor
Let them bear the present
And then we go away
And the sun comes out
And the sun goes down on his witnessing rounds
The earth brings out new shoots
And heaven still covers the murderer and the grave
He cannot call from beyond
To tell his wife
What lunch he wants for the day
He cannot take the stone out
Of the boys shoe
He cannot trade anymore
And heaven wets the earth and the grave
We may remember at his anniversary
Or name a building or two
Or make a procession or two
We may pay a sum
Or burn a house
We may even jail some
and execute another
But the dead are dead
That which is done cannot be undone
He shakes his head sadly
as he retreats into the shadows
and asks no one in particular
How do you redress a murder?
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