to hear about yer dying

Sad to hear about yer dying
How was that? Heard you sounds of sirens
or laid yourself to sleep
to ever more?

Minded you of me at the fore moment?
Wish not to seem selfish,
but curious instead — did you?
Signed you documents presenting me gold
silver, iron, papers… confettis?

Sad to hear about yer dying
You shalln’t come back, is that true?
The news received are then confirmed?
You must understand…
One should always ask.

Taken among you memories
or are you now just the empty casing
which once bared a soul?

And can you give word to the worms?
I have nowt to tell them
but it would please me to know that
had I words for them, you’d speak for me.

Nothing have I to speak to thee either
so why — why — if
there is any logic — and there is logic!
Why then am I sad
to find about yer dying?

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