The mourners come in weeping wailing waves
And, streaming through the cemetery gate
with ashen veils, the solemn demonstrate
devotion for the corpses of mass graves.
Tis the season for the body count
to surge as young and old meet their demise.
I cannot think a reason underlies
the prevalence in our deadly amount
making an escalation of this sort;
yet I suppose there ought to be a cause
for gaping Death to open wide his jaws
and pay the men of youth and talent short.
So many parting shades have flown this year;
let no more die, the ones whom we revere.