We That Go Afterwards

We We that go afterwards If we go To the land where my mother Face upwards In a bier unmoving lies Of liquid perfume-mist Yes There lies she and still And mute We We the torch-bearers of an Immortality; Put forth a different path Yet The heart yearns to follow The same path As you my mother followed in your time. For your warrior-song Rang unto the last breath And The will to live Was yours And with it too The Will for Immortality. You Saw hazy and distant That light where breath Stops not And Immortality beacon is To all: Alas! You saw But did not reach. My mother, my mother. We We here chained unto the earth We In our chains We suffer We toil We sweat: And yet we breathe In queue of one Way, your way And in hope and Prospect Of another way Of Immortality. We sing not Now We versify not Now We in the haze Grope our way Just that Just that Now. Let me My mother any way Visit your grave And lie On the damp earth Below the which Your flesh by now Melted has: And now Your proud warrior face Is a skeleton face Yet Still a warrior face. The earth will tremble Tremors slow But sure. The night will find Glow-worms around Light-islands midst the dark. The high trees will neigh As the winds neigh All night. The dawn will walk Up the steep cemetery road With moist eyes. The birds will find It Uneasy to sing And chirp their lays. The sun will arise Slow. Slow Will the night-frozen earth Stir. Let me My mother any way Visit your grave And lie On the damp earth Below the which Your flesh by now Melted has: And now Your proud warrior face Is a skeleton face Yet Still a warrior face.