It’s time to rest

Pity is wasted on the dead
As are the token flowers
That weren’t forthcoming,
When the dead were living...
So cry no sad goodbyes...
Moreover! Mourn only just... a little!
... {While...}

Take a slow modest look back / slantwise
With a noncommittal
Tear of inherit, surprise!

Judge not these inbred infidels
Whose inward selfishness, self-centres
A deepening, consumption!
Else-ways disguised, deranged,
In these empty cannibalistic devilish, devils...
... {Eyes}
They only curse the dead now departed
Quarrelling at earthquake levels
For what’s left to veneer and vender new deals.

All has been a quiet nod and wink in saying...
Its here we’ve come with tears
For crocodile sighing...
For empty handed praying...
For empty handed praying...
For soon they and we too may depart us too...
For soon they and we too may be welted too...
On the head lying bleeding and dead
Under a double-decker mega rider bus
Whilst buying lilac flowers queuing
For what must have seemed like hours
For you! for only you...
For only one bunch of crimson daisies
On my way home!
For the hours and hours of toil and work
On the roadside in the dirt
For you! for only you...

But it wouldn’t be of any love loss
Or fuss
Moreover! To be mourned only just a little!
... {While...}
Else ways disguise the derangements
In these empty liquored-up devils...
... {Eyes}
For it wouldn’t be of any love loss
Or fuss
For these or theirs or your or mine sorry life
From anyone of us
From anyone of us
Because we’re not a party to any of this
I’m just praying, I guess!
So goodnight, gods bless! It’s time
To put my own time and tears to rest!
Its yellow lily’s and damask roses
I’ve loved best...