Withered Efflorescence - Bereft

Unfortunate enough to wake

The mistakes at least

They had the luxury

To live one day as a corpse

Blessed are they who live out

Their final earthly days

Upon a bed of

Withered efflorescence

Orchards chime in the

Wake of uncertainty

Webs entangling the limbs

Of the recent dead

Dirge now made from the sounds

Of this carnal symphony