No dazzling colour do I wear,
But solid earthly black,
It loud and boldly does declare,
Hello my name is Jack,
Jack the ripper is my name,
Or Jacob if you wish,
Millions of us all the same,
Life leftovers, is our dish,
A friend I am in life and death,
We value both, as much as one,
We live to clean up all the mess,
Whence all you’ve left and gone,
The wisdom that we garnered thus,
From the world of all departed,
We need not make of death a fuss,
Or to be broken hearted,
A million memories are gathered thus,
In the marrow of the bone,
There really is no memory loss,
In us they are at home,
So in every Bird and Bee you see,
You see, the universe departed, and reborn,
You’ll see your loved ones, you and me,
For they were never from us torn,
There is no Peter at the gate,
But just a transformation,
You will be everybody’s fate,
Again, once more, everyone’s relation,
I would if I were you this living day,
Remember elders and your kin,
Listen more intently, of what they try to say,
Whatever life, they might be in.©16/04/2012
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