Far roam the death-faces
From the face-shaped lockets,
The small oval tombs of truth,
In second-death, the portrait sadness.

Long hunger the death-faces to know
Who was once who and hear hello
And be remembered as so-and-so
Where albums keep
Death like a sleep.

First-death, life unlikeness,
Second-death, life-likeness
And portrait sadness,
Continuous hope and haunting,
Reality stricken
With homesickness.