My life ended
At a quarter past three
When she came
My collector
Mary Lee
From Germany
The churchyard bells
Loudly rung
Old hymns and love songs
Were beautifully sung
As I watched my wake
High on a hill
Below
Sat under a grand old oak
In the late November cold snow
I tried to say
It couldn't be true
Mused
I still lived
With so much more to give
But
My collector
Mary Lee
From Germany
Said
The Elementals
With fevered breath
Wait to savour your prose
So bid goodbye
To all those you see
Or know
For as the sun still shines
You are now one of the dead
Marked by the Elder Futhark Rune
Uruz
By secretive rulers
Of you and me
So take my hand and
Wave goodbye to your old life's teachers
For The Saquestia
Awaits us
By the Golden Pole
That never rusts
Where the thoughts
Of the living
Can never reach us
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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