All
                done      Summer ends
      You are      acquainted
      with red clay      and maple roots
  And I who meant      to praise your life
        with filial salt      know shocking joy
                    Your pain and much      of mine are ash  Let                   
        rotting leaves and      drunken rains lament
            for I bereft      of grief cannot   
        Death shall      absolve me of   
such emptiness      It forgives     
no one and      every-     
  one