Singing still the ancient elegies.

Reverberations of the ancient elegies
The coffin carried by the four dark men
Agitate the mind  with memory

He has gone and where will I  soon be?
Am I to live and utilise my pen
Remembering all the ancient elegies?

I’d like to ask him what beauty he could see
Before he smiled and dropped his head again
Don’t agitate the mind with memory.

Hamlet asked, to be or not to be
But most go quietly when it is their turn
Singing still the ancient elegies.

Can we trust the darkness we perceive
Where god hides his great mystery from man
Don’t agitate the mind with memory.

Violently, with passion, the young burn
Then  stone temples  harden as they learn
Reverberations of the ancient elegies
Wound the human mind  with memory