DEATH Poem: To speak of the dead, by Shamar McFarlane

Do not speak ill of the dead for they have left you songs, joyous in sound, praying on the wine of my body that carried them as they passed.
Do not speak ill of the dead for they know what you see, how you now perceive, a gift a lyre gives to the received deceased.
Do not speak ill of the dead for after me, constructed into me, my sublime unity, frequency resides:: this time music, your ascription of “after”.
Do not speak ill of the dead for the living they mock will tether to your being, this fates undoing of your good, marking you with the scent of unluck.
Do not speak ill of the dead, make it a prayer over poetry, this a paradox of the arts, how they speak of the dead.

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