I felt a funeral in my brain 

Solitary, slowly sinking my soul

Mother following behind hearse, tending to my muscle strain 

Me, draped in white; a lost Angel whole.

I felt a funeral in my brain 

Devilish, devoid and deterring 

Oh! You should have felt the rocking 

Of my casket 

It swayed to and fro 

An empty basket 

And persuaded him from me.

I felt a funeral in my brain 

I peered- the congregation at a standstill 

I walked the aisle of the fane 

Lady Lazarus, Lady Lazarus- voices hushed and still.

I felt a funeral in my brain 

The poplars and I- 

Felled, all felled, all felled.