DEATHWATCH

Texto de autoria de AustMathr Viking Dubliner e Inglesa Luso-Chinesa com direito autoral protegido pela Lei 9610/98. 

The haughty king had all that, A bag of chips, and his nabob life, Without rhyme or reason, The only two subjects, Taking the places of morticians, Mourners, Pallbearers, Gravediggers, Mass attendants of the seventh days, Pilgrims of the November 2nd deads, Now foot the bills, With nothing left, Not even a quarter to light a single candle, Not even a pale oblation of flickering light to God, The devil´s got a lot of them, In excess, All red and black, He gives them away, It pleases him a death that will not kidnap, At his zeal, His agreement with the deceased, Thus he deposits his stakes in the deathwatch of the sold soul, Not to give the tiniest chance to his arch enemy, He saturates the guard and the sentry with many red-headed vultures, Gifts that a potentate sends to another one, Sovereign keepsakes, The song chosen by the defunct echoes in distant ears, As if it is coming from an ancient greek theater accustics, It booms with stridence that annoys the two women, Thus it is hushed, Leaving room to the sound of silence, Stanching all nature voices, Like a landed UFO, In its loneliness we do not know, And this evening will be shortened, Antecipating the burial, For the account of faltering sleepness, and imprudent absences, Except for an intruder, Who remains invisible, And all he gets from the boomer is an indifferent look, Since in life, He did not notice the multiple bankruptcy of a foolish, And in the end, His replies to prayers were never heard, So the long-suffering whiners have nothing else to do but improvise a gregorian chant as their farewell, That moves the deuce, And as a sign of cynic respect, He lies his lips on the moribund´s forehead, And a stink of carrion spreads across the surroundings, Like the odor of a corpse rotting six feet under, Just another departed one who was never part of any statistics, How many ordinary citizens of the ancient roman empire died without a name? All of them! How many slaves to the glorious Athens went down to the annals of history? None of them! How many servers and usupers of the present days will continue existing for posterity?