I made a will.

An epithet on my grave

will they write

Of my strife and conflict

following my shadows
supplanted my blithe.

Of half smiles

and certain distances

years never lived

and moments wizened.

Of tears that dried in my eyes
the hope drained in many nights
when longed and wept
in pining and her lust.

Of that ceaseless solace

and downbeat poems

that no one heard
silence grew
when foxes howled
such long nights I wept.

Of those bespoken wails

and footless marks on snow
Nay the sand,
between two worlds
fix my feet, will you?

Of that unheard thunder

and cloudless rains
dark and beautiful
keep my head still
it isn't easy here.

Of wrapped nights 

and dog-tired days

strong cedar smell

I waited for this
death only brought
us close.

Let me have her now
I waited for this.

What will they write on my grave?

Bury me beside her, I made a will.

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Basaan chum bei mar ma

Veyn ha chum akkoy tamana

Channe brande kane talha

Mei gochum mazaar asunn.

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It seems I may die
and I have a last wish to make
Below the portico of her house
dig my grave.