I have been to many funerals
All my dead dears departed
Drove me into a den, in desperation
Left me a doyenne amidst demons
Among the hammers and the drills
Sound the sagacious whispers
I buried all arms, on the day of Mass
To bathe in the ashes of the woman I was
Having slept so long in this charnel house
A stream of spirits always following me
From room to hall to passage to stairs
These motley reflections of their rancour
I have been to many funerals
Now I only await my own
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