The sky is a hazy purple,
Still air,
The smell of sickness,
Washed away.
Let perpetual light shine upon him.
All traces of you,
Disappearing,
Like the morning dew.
Lead all souls to heaven.
All I hear are voices raised,
Praying for you,
For your salvation,
Rosary beads clacking.
Especially those in most need of thy divine mercy.
Tongue thick,
Fingers slipping with sweat,
I lead a decade.
In Jesus name we pray.
And now I know,
On the seventh day,
That you're gone.
Amen.