(317-320) Works of Love IX
The Works of Love in Remembering One Dead
Death comes as the great equality
There's no distinction in our dust
We all live with our mortality
And to this end we must
In death there is a kinship
Which in death will be defined
When we in life make this fellowship
It's that love makes us feel alive
We do have duties towards the dead
As we love those whom we see each day
Also love the ones we can't see who have fled
Because death took them away
We are not meant to forget the dead
And to that end we grieve
Nothing will take their place instead
It's a work of love to believe
When we the dead remember
It makes us true to self
Or our love we have dismembered
And make past love a something else
This else proves out our bankruptcy
Becomes a form of empty passion
We lose our sense of humanity
Though we may not know it's happened
Life can hide what is apparent
Which death at last reveals
What of love we've made aberrant
And work hard to conceal