I have taught my heart to weep
Beside the grave of those long dead
I have learned to prize the sleep
Of soldiers with a hero’s bed.
Tonight I drink a bitter draught
Of sour pain and loneliness
And drink to love, to light and laughter
Now drowned in seas of nothingness.
But ere I reach for my last drink
To bless their rest with heaven’s Lord,
My cup glides off across the board.
It’s natural physics, so I think,
What phantom drinks this night with me?