Overthinking Morphology

When you come to my funeral

Play the one you know is my favorite song and I’ll come running to mourn my memorial

I’ll be murmuring too as you are in sorrow

and before my burial tomorrow

I’ll honor my stay on this land with you, let not your tears peal from deception

or rather the wrong impression, for the roots of rumor connecting my death is false

And let not a dreadful moment pale your eyes let alone rot your thoughts

‘cause no-one’s mouth words truth, perhaps mom but she is deserted

I can tell from the loneliness, the hollowness, and the faint beats in her chest

She must be disappointed in herself seeing one of her birds falling from her well-knitted nest

Verily I suppose

If Jesus rose from the dead, put the flower on my grave

a rose to my name with tears of shame, make my burial a ceremony of departure

weep and drink, drown and sink, rejoice and ink-ink my name as part of memories

Forgetting not prayers for my undisturbed rest in peace

Bring along the choir and let the voice of a preacher word not judgment

but scriptures of a well-waving goodbye

I’m leaving you not in cold like the sun in the snow

May thy word stuff your need and understand my go

I wouldn’t put you in this place if it weren’t for my ego

I’m sorry for leaving you in tears, there’s no going back now.