WHEN THE CURTAIN FALLS

When the curtain falls
There's some corner of a field
That will forever conceal me
In the Garden of Remembrance
Watered by tears of those left behind
There shall be
In that heap of earth
A richer dust concealed
A dust which a mother bore in pain
Only to lose it to a more divine call

When the curtain falls
This shadowy beauty mine
When I get to sleep
In that deep heart of a dusty field
It shall be in a mansion so kept  
 
The stone upon my trembling breast
With me deep in the grave
Shall share my reverie
For the grave shall be my private friend  
During long nights when sleep is far
 
To whom I shall whisper
Ah,  did you notice
The women frail and weak with fear
That the worms shall gnaw my cheeks?