pavements lined
sorrowful silence
tears
the coffin off to somewhere
in black
behind it the entire district
involved
in songs of grief
that flow and follow
a trailing gesture
thoughts
battered syllables
on lips
as past periods
return
in the farewell
of the blank faces
to float a fable
dreams
years of his reign
the path is silent
to this procession
walking into a myth
as he passes
alone
freed from praises
the worldly notion
the sensate achievement that floats
on tongues like a wind
like changeable news
this slow walk seems
a readjustment
from his life
a transit
a sampling of the fragrance
of death and the surprise of
its calm
an eternal grip cold
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