I cannot stand at your grave and weep
The priest praying and committing your decaying corpse into the earth
I didn’t know you that well, how could I, when you were distant and cold
Your doting mother adored you, even though your cruel and demented mind hurt her
No bond between us even though we were from the same mould
Maybe your madness was not your fault and I was too closed to understand
I empathise with your family at their loss, but, I cannot grieve for you
I can only pray for your soul to be nourished, made whole, and pure
As it was before the journey into your Mother’s womb…