sad death poem

over the river they beckon to me
gingham dog and the calico cat
there is no flock, however watched and tended
one sweetly solemn thought
friend, whose smile has come to be
out of the sparkling sea
there is an hour of peaceful rest
stand here by my side
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
passing through huddled and ugly walls
do you remember
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans