warm, earth crumbles
ice upon my skin and still
the sun bears down
sickly shining hot upon
this desert land

oh, Brother, how you burned
to rival Sun himself! and now
ice cold
depth cold
Death cold

within this hollow ground
and where, my Brother, is your Sun
to warm your skin and quicken our hearts
and steal
twice five hundred years

Life as only Death could deal
Pestilence a victim of his own plague
War cut down in battle
Famine eaten now by worms

beneath this stone-cool earth
there is only to mourn
one who once was,
Death--sentenced to Life eternal