"The Bread of the Dead"

I put my best black suit on
For a visit to the cemetery
After leaving for too long
I come to pay my respects
To those that've gone from me

With flowers inside my hold
I pass through the crooked gate
Too late now that she's gone cold
I never knew when she wasn't old
Thus I take a second turn to left

And here I am in my suit
Saying prayers to quiet audiences
My guilt bore its fruit
So bitter it is with mildew
I sigh to ease my guilty conscience

Talking to the silent graves
I thought I had a lot to say
But words failed me this time
I launched into somber pantomime
Never a word but only rhymes
The wind then took my sobs away

Now I leave the corpses to their fun
Leaving with mere crumbs of bread
They baked them all for the dead
"And so are you" that's what he said
The baker said he knew what I'd done

And I put my best black suit on
For a visit to the cemetery
After being gone for far too long
I come bearing the bread of the dead
Let's eat together into eternity...