At the Grave of the Knave

A kyrielle sonnet from September 2005

Sing a song of death and grieving

Serenade my spirit leaving

Then pass some shots of rye around

And toss my body in the ground

Forget the scriptures, read a poem

To soothe this soul that's doomed to roam

Regale me with some joyous sound

And toss my body in the ground

Don't linger long above my grave

And shed no tears for this old knave

Let laughter and good song abound

And toss my body in the ground

Sing a song of death and grieving

And toss my body in the ground

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2005 / 2024

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Nice work. The lightness of the poem takes the bite out of facing death.

[Desert Knave]

Thank you so much. I've always wanted to think that at least a couple of my friends would do some hoopin' and hollerin' when I go. ~Jim

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh my....such a lyrical sonnet about death and dying! Excellent writing here, but I hope no one will "toss your body in the ground" for many years, my friend. Lydi**

[Desert Knave]

Thank you so much. I loved the darker side of poetry so much back then. ~Jim

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, I remember.