sad death poem

i am dying
gone are the three, those sisters rare
when i was a boy at college
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
he's gone
the long resounding marble corridors
the stars fell from heaven
have you heard
city that is not a city
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
i know what you're going to say
birds against the april wind
be not false
made up of loveliness alone