scribblg on the sky the ssage he is dead

ut cree bows round the white necks of ublic doves,

let the traffic olicen wear bck tton gloves

he was y north, y south, y east and west

y workg week and y sunday rest,

y noon, y idnight, y talk, y song

i thought that love would st forever i rong

the stars are not wanted now: ut out every one

ack u the oon and disantle the sun

our away the ocean and swee u the wood

for nothg now can ever e to any good ”

人群中传来一阵低低的抽泣声。

她的身子晃了晃，短短几句话仿佛耗尽了她全身力气。先前抱着遗像的那位女士走到她身旁，扶住她的肩膀，半是强迫地把她带了下去。

他忽然觉得眼睛酸涩，喉咙里好像堵了一块石头。抬头时，只见天空不知道什么时候飘起了细雪，细碎晶莹的雪片打着旋从空中落下，很快就为新坟盖上了一层薄薄的白色。

他猛然转身，离开了墓园。

……