Already all is silent and the grave alone.
We shall not come here often, maybe never.
The earth has taken body and the coffin, both.
Now we walk far away from here,
as rain starts falling.
A blackbird lands between the leaning stones
to take a bit of ribbon from the flowers.
A nest is built above the grave, and eggs soon come.
They have a home that’s decorated with the silk,
and then eggs open.
The letters of the ribbon say: “Goodbye, dear, til eternity”.
Five little blackbirds eat the worms their parents catch.
At times they sing above the grave to thank the one
deep in the ground where sound can’t come. He feeds
them well, for ever.