Her love’s gone and she’s restless in her grief.
Some from feared insanity do cower.
Some blame God as all would blame a thief.
She sits forlorn and gazes at the trees
From summer ripe to winter bare of leaf.
But no-one else knows what it is she sees:
Memories of the funeral and her wreath
Unthinkable , unthought her sorrow deep
Uncontainable the cataract released.
Destroying all the images of sleep.
Suffering which mere death could not make cease.
Pure elimination of both life and death
Entire destruction ;total nothingness