So its a little late but I struggled to find a poem I want to use, finally settling on a German poem. Hope you enjoy:
Nothing Sung And Nothing Spoken
“Keine Messe wird man singen, Keinen Kadosch wird man sagen, Nichts gesagt und nichts gesungen Wird an meinen Sterbetagen.” Gedächtnisfeier by Heinrich Heine
Gathered masses holding candles but not their tongues - chorus of taunts sung all in one language. And the laments are left unsaid. Words smeared into the grave dirt around the headstones. Watch them fold a flag for him to place beside his portrait. Watch them walk away and leave nothing behind except these hands, once held in his warmth; leaving only the chorus and a grief in its echo.
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