Today, I was your pall-bearer

Your fragile body

Your mutilated neck

Your lifeless eyes

Your tender plumes

I was your pall-bearer,


O my old-world sparrow,

Worry not

For I buried thy body

Not thy soul

Thou hast made an entree

Into the boulevard of Heaven

To release your caged body

To earn a blithe spot


Some place

Some moment



PS: Be of good cheer, my friend. We met today for the first time when I was the only pall-bearer in your funerary ritual. With love and regards to you, my dearest old world sparrow.