The untuned scream of a violin
A piano uncovered in a dead girl’s room.
Rusted metronome is still
A drum monotonous by the tomb.

No angels here – abandon hope
Gain fake calm from your holy book.
Better off with Dr Seuss
Your god stole the last breath she took.

Throw some dirt on the wooden box
No comfort out here, driving rain.
Can’t give her back her beating heart
Or take away the boyfriend’s pain.

Voice behind the catafalque
Say’s she’s being well looked after.
I hear a voice, beyond the grave?
(I realise it’s my bitter laughter).