Good Mourning

I sit inside a modern tomb

Beheld my kin, inside death's womb

Reminding me how we're all doomed

Alone inside a crowded room

A coma had just brought me to

As I saw the stares run through

The disbelief of all but few

Each telling me: “It should be you”

I couldn't make much sense of this

The life I led so full of risk

Yet here I stood in sadness brisk

Another spin upon life's disc

I understand why they are blue

Why can't they see, he was mine too?

Just what am I supposed to do?

When all my options are but few?

My cousin to the rescue comes

Her mischief fresh, her patience done

Hypocrisy won't make her run

To her it's all part of the fun

She asks of me: “Why do you frown?

Can't you see that I'm in town?

There is no reason to feel down

Just look at all these awesome clowns!”

She laughs just like a demoness

But in truth, I am a mess

So I really must confess

That in her mirth, I did feel blessed

Supportive did I find her tone

When she said I'm not alone

“We are like this, our seeds are sown”

This truthfully I've always known

She made sure that I did not fall

My wounds were fresh, my mind was mauled

Her girlish strength surprised us all

“You are my blood, you will not crawl!”

Avoiding us with looks of dread

“They can't see us” my heart was spent

My cousin smiled at me and said:

“That is because we too are dead”

I realized how true this was

Her statement did not give me pause

There were no rules, there were no laws

For an effect, there was no cause

“I know the sadness in your heart

But do not ever fall apart

You now will make a brand new start

You're pretty strong and very smart”

Sometimes it's death, where we find life

I lost my kin, my sight, and wife

“Ignore your past and all the strife

They're mad because they're still alive”

I left the tomb, a wiser man

I now had cause to hatch a plan

To try as hard as I now can

To live as well as I demand

Death can take so many forms

The tears It's brought, the lives It's torn

When ash is scattered, graves are born

With It's arrival, we do mourn

And so with life do we defend

Our right to live, to heal and mend

And yes, this girl did comprehend

Death's just a road, It's not the end