LIQUID GRAVE II

And from the liquid grave
Death died in solitude grieve
No tears to flood the wet rivers
Nor sins to quilt the poor sinner

For death has done it worst
On the price list, so much it cost
That mere mortals can’t afford
Tears billed from the lord

Beautiful flaws from the gutter
Echoes of ode from the mocker
Wounds are healed
Eternity we feel

Weep not your tears
But cry out your laugh
From the mountains
To the forest

From the land
To the seas
It doesn’t matter where we’re laid
For we all have a home.

WRITTEN & EDITED
BY
KENNETH OODEE