Psalm of Eulogy

He committed to his journal
Things so bleak but true
That we commit now to the fire
O the Lord has taken you

Angels claim thee, Christoph
And bear thee from this earth
May it suffer from thy absence
As it suffered from thy birth

How we rue the day You took him, lord
We rend our clothes and cry
We gnash our rotten teeth, O Lord
And hurl curses to the sky

Angels claim thee, Christoph
And take thy soul on high
May you fill Saint Peter's tome with haunted
Visions from thy mind

We lay thy body gently
Under weeping cypress tree
And as insects took dominion, Lord
We sang our psalm of thee

Angels claim thee, Christoph
Set thee in the hand of God
May the ashes of thy journal
Like your body, reek and rot

Angels claim thee, Christoph
And bear thee from this earth
May it suffer from thy absence
As it suffered from thy birth