Burial

So, O earth! Hold him dear for he was dear to us with his bright gaze with his smiling lips with his fingertips dancing on the string of being. Yes! Earth! Hold him very dear more than any treasure, more than any guest for he was dear to us more than all the treasures of the world, more than all guests with the stature of his young cypress free pure and free to the end: when upon his sewn lips they struck struck the dreadful blows of death the impure hands...