Jute Swing

Little birdie sitting on a tree
Warbling sweet notes to me
Jute against skin
Hanging from the beam

Dancing the wild dance of the end

Cue the useless crying
Cue the fake lamentations
Cue the pretentious eulogies
Cue the belated salutations

None undo the deathly caress of finality

For naught are the hugs
The words of praise
The kisses upon the dark brow
The promises of love

All now belong six feet under

For the final thought of despair
The final tears of anguish
The final words of goodbye
The final longing for a hug

Have all superseded everything
In the final journey on the jute swing

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