lying down
í dag dey ég aðeins í eina mínútu
i looked at me lying down
asleep, my eyes shut wide
a game, i thought, a frown, i saw. something hurt inside
my hair stiff solid upon the head
my beard combed just so
if not a dream, he'd look just dead
his mourners, to and fro
i saw a tear a cheek slide down
and land upon my shirt.
"the truth!" i shouted all around
i then covered me with dirt
