When I die
its only the flesh
that says goodbye,
my Soul
doth continue
another body
into
refresh…
 

Who Will Grieve For Me
When I pass
remember the Soul
has no relative atomic mass
no definable magnetic pole
yet somewhere
in another time
attracting Souls
reunite to continue
their love affair…
 

Who Will Grieve For Me
When I’ve left the building
in memory of my ghost
from those still living
some,
may sound the last post
yet among others,
I’ll not be given a loss…
 

Who Will Grieve For Me
When I kark it
among the livin’
it’s my hope
family’s a givin’,
while in the wider audience
if there’s any
most couldn’t give a shit…
 

Who Will Grieve For Me
When I return to stardust
my only gift
for those needing to readjust
are words
a confessional shrift…
 

Who Will Grieve For Me
When I exit stage right
no fanfare trumpets
no wailing into the night
no celebration so triumphant
 

Who Will Grieve For Me
When I depart
hopefully there’s one,
someone so special
grieving the shattered heart…

 

© Philip Bond September 2015