
When the petals fall We will gnash our teeth and wail Falling like confetti Into freshly hewn coffins Silenced. The vapour-streaked skies Returned once more to the drone of flies, The staccato cries of seagulls, The lengthening rays of warmer days On the hot earth The scampering paws will barely pause To the sound of lamentations To those fallen before their time When the fruits fall beneath the rustling leaves Will we pause and bow before the plentiful earth, And be minded of the harvested sheaves The silent reaper bequeaths? The book of condolences Lies open among the fallen leaves - Might that the worms take our offering. Upon Remembrance may we remember Our place in the natural order of things. As it was in the beginning, And shall forever be, World without end. Amen