Enter the suicide Angels

Ione, Dead the Long Year
  

  Empty are the ways,
Empty are the ways of this land
And the flowers
Bend over with heavy heads.
They bend in vain.
Empty are the ways of this land
Where Ione
Walked once, and now does not walk
But seems like a person just gone.

Ezra Pound

אני רוצה את השיר הזה על הקבר שלי.

ברצינות.