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Elegy

There were six of us in total

For the deed of burying you and so it is

That I know that it is right and just

To say here that all shall be

The better if you just stood and got damned for

Being all you were – a man who achieved what no-one appreciated

Crossing seas and then another to make it

To my mother’s heart.  I will be

Then and there the one

Who remits this to those who go

And come without necessary reading

Of the tongue of you and not mine

For I will be the better for this

Now I know how sad

I am.