So that was that
to the room in which
he’d echoed
during his last years,
they brought heavy
mahogany furniture
and a deep engulfing
shag pile maroon
and wall to wall carpet,
while far across the city
leaf fall in an early winter wind
attended his burial in rank brown soil
they put up curtains
and drapes of velour
with pleats and shadows
cloaking great pluffy cushions
preposterous lace mufflers and trims
clogging the generous windows
they forgot completely
he had
a liking for light