Modern dirge

Victorian dirge is victory on death
The death be not proud moment.
The poet is in grass bed by people
Passing by him and not hearing it.

Post-modern we do not sing back
About happy graves under grass.
Snow does not fall by thousands.
Our snow-grass goes up in flames,
Our words in it with our beards.

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