You must kiss the head of the dead
When you part, for
In spite of all you say of what you may
In your heart, you have parted now
And there is a lifeless body that you used to love.
So, kiss and stare hard, for to stare
Hard you may. For, now you
Have as far as memory lasts to think of all the
Things that you ever wanted to say; for
As long as you remember, for as long as you care
Not to let go, or to retrieve — whenever
His image from your memory slips, for memory
In images do slip and slide — let that last kiss
Upon the dead be a token to hide
The gravity of all that you leave behind.