By thy grave, brother.

Thither I come, brother,
Unto thy grave.
Where once were daisies,
Now, thy blood.
Look ahead, brother,
The sky thee face.
Like once we lay,
Only now thee gone.
Let us run fast, brother,
Around the garden by the grave,
Thee riding on my back,
For thy legs, brother,
They were dead always anyway.
Look. See, brother,
How I hold thy hands,
and kiss thy cheek.
Can you now love that
Like you once did?

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