Who actually dies?
The body and organ expires,
The soul and noumenon retires.
The dilatory October shed leaves,
The bloomed November have insipid trees.
The written lyric rhymes,
The organic bard cries.
The voiceless have plights,
The voice have dead nights.
The defeated tries,
The undefeated, insidious amplifies.
The wound fades,
The scar invades.
The man dies, the living memory cries;
You tell me, who actually dies?