In the year of my death, given notice,
the days will be bigger, and the nights.
In the season of my death
the weather also, and the griefs.
In the month of my death I’ll haunt
three places, unless I can’t.
In the week of my death
I will say my farewells.
On the day of my death
I’ll not know what day it is.
In the hour of my death
I will breathe my last breath.