LAZAHG

Here I lie in my makeshift grave,
and you sing from your broken cage;

In the autumn you recited a Ghazal,
and we parted as if we never had met

Oh! read the couplets backward, won't you?
so we can meet as if we never had parted

Kill me so we may both come alive,
Will my verses be the weapon of your choice?

They'll dig my abode open and find your wings,
Your voice will be the requiem for my heart.