In a Green Grave

They were introduced in a green grave
Amongst the colours of red tulips,
Yellow narcissi, the blue of scilla.
"Are you comfortable?" he said.
She was too young to die.
"I am the unhappy dead," she said.
Her life cut short by illness, disease.
"I am fat on life, fit as a butcher's dog
Till the day I died."
"I cried all night," she said.
"I died laughing in the whore-house," he said,
A widower of merry japes.
"So this is our lot.
You are too early and I am too late for you
In our green grave."
The leaves of tall trees fell down like confetti
In the marriage of the times.
Two souls not in harmony
For a prolongation of death's eternity.