EPITAPHS

A.S. (Alex[ander] Search)

Here lies a poet who was mad and young

The two things may go together

As to the songs he sung

They were found in winter weather.

EPITAPHS FOR THE FUTURE

Monarchy

Here lies a part of hell that on earth was

(It took it long to pass,

Riddled by way of Justice

[…]

Here lies the other part.

Religion

Here lies the beautiful assassin cold

who smiled upon his victim and singing

Murdering sweet songs to his imagining

Till by his each a (...) he sells

It died because it was old.