The corpse’s protest.

Who are you?

—— That put flowers on my grave?

Did you love me?

—— Did you care?

Did I know you?

——- Could I trust you?

Could you know

—— I didn’t choose to be alone?

Don’t you know

—— I had a heart of stone?

And you comment;

What a pity

——- That I grew not old.

And;

Shame

—— To live in poverty and cold.

Who are you?

—— That put flowers on my grave?