Keening for a Dead Love
We woke up this morning to bad news
I woke in my clothes. I woke in my shoes
Though we all saw this coming, it’s so sad to say
But this is the debt we all must pay

We died in the kitchen. We died in the hall
If you look closely, you can still see the blood on the bedroom wall
See his eyes now closed. See her arms now crossed
Her heart was weak. His mind was lost

Here lies the body, the body of us

So come now hear the women wail
Come raise a glass, come tell a tale
We’ll sing of woe, we’ll sing of love
A decomposing turtledove
The kist is closed, the mortcloth laid
The bell is rung, the Parish paid
Our bucket’s kicked, we’ve gone for good
To leave behind a broken brood
Here lies the body of us