The underpinnings now are foundering

He is dead,I am not self deceived.
He smiled,I smiled, and then  he closed his eyes
There’s the coffin with its boundaries

How does death affect the ones bereaved?
Some despair  some speak in fatal lies
He is dead,I am not self deceived.

My underpinnings now are foundering
I cannot help myself ,though I will try
There’s the coffin with its boundaries

He’s gone,he’s gone and cannot be retrieved.
I knew I had to  watch him on his way
He is dead, I will not sense deceive.

What is my world when he is not perceived?
I will  lose my voice unless I pray
The wooden coffin brings me to my knees

To God’s own grace, I open to receive
He’s the green force underneath  our play
My lover’s dead, I will not sense deceive.

Tomorrow and tomorrow I shall pay
As in the enriched ground his form will lie
He is dead,I am not self deceived.
Here’s  his coffin with  closed boundaries