Suitable post-script to my fellow inmates
Concern yourself not for me,when I have left this life
nor weep and wail to excess,implored by tears and strife
forgotten by time,will be I and the ground I lay beneath
though with heavy heart, the hand of yours that lays the sympathising wreath.
Praise be to the winds provision,of soft breathed requiem or howling dirge
at one with peace,here I rest,from lifes limited,requisitioning urge.
Caring no longer of this end to my stay,
for I shall possess eternity's key,to be freed,from the prison of mortal way.
No more held,obliged,or,by futility tamed
home among those glittering stars am I to be,that our hopes and wishe's named