SONNET 293
By JH Sayyar
Through my gestures, dear me, follow,
You cannot touch me I am a living soul,
But do not doubt: think me not hollow,
You know the world, is not my goal!
Body remains here, soul flies to heaven,
Culprits’ soul not, do not bitterly weep
Nothing beats me; you always raven
Save the left-over: make a big heap,
Hunger kills us not, men kill hunger,
Do good; death knows not what death,
Catches anon everyone old or younger,
Men follow death: catches our breath!
Death puts in the grave wise and cleaver,
There their soft bodies earthworms devour
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