Death has come into the house
throw open the windows at its arrival
weep and pull your hair
cover your face in ash
and mourn the loss of a great generation
we stand as silent witness
milling around the viewed body
devoid of soul
all knowledge buried
the world has lost it's wealth
in close eyed slumber
goodbye goodbye
the demons that ate at your body have won you
your soul has quietly slipped past
and takes the stairs two at a time

-Goodbye Great Uncle Bill you are missed