I look upon you now

With no great alarm,

Your opaque face

Looks peaceful,

Death looks well on you.

Your soul has finally departed,

Now let me lay a kiss

Upon your cold stiff lips,

And caress your folded hands.

You wear it well father,

Just as in life

No show of affection

Was possible for you,

So thank you for dying

So I can kiss you,

Again and again,

Upon your lips,

Without feeling any shame.