Your eyes are shut forever

Like slabs of rocks. Perhaps you are

An intricately carved statue. Whole,

But will never have a soul.

They shake and they cry,

Melancholy erupt from their tongues.

They can't believe it, but

Air has already escaped your lungs.

Tearstained faces, they bring

Their mouths close to your ear.

Hands shaking, they whisper,

Words that you will never hear.