Lie Dead (Edit 1 TOMH, italics by goldyfish)

[billy]

i can see the noon edit on the 4th line, and it works.
the poem works well for me upto the last stanza. the 1st line of it acts as a great hook and that's where i'd finish the poem. i;m not sure answers are needed. the answers are okay but they stop the reader from pondering the questions posed. they're not left with anything.
i did enjoy the read

What will I see when I die, father, what will I see when I die?
Can you see the man who is not there,
who smiles as he sits on his old empty chair?
Can you see the stars when the clock chimes noon
or follow the path of the faceless moon,
or see the sun in an overcast sky
or watch fat pigs go flying by?

What will I feel when I die, father, what will I feel when I die?
Can you feel the west wind on a still, calm day
or the breath on your neck from a statue of clay i like the the dichotomy of life within inanimacy
or cold sea round your feet as you walk forest paths
or the heat of log fires, long since burnt to ash?

What will I hear when I die, father, what will I hear when I die?
Can you hear the joy of a new father's pride
or the loss of a mother when a son takes a bride
or the pain of the moment when old friends depart
or the anguish of hiding a tired, broken heart?

What will I be when I die, father, what will I be when I die?
You will be the man who is not there.
You will be be the west wind on a still calm day.
You will be the joy of a new father's pride.
You will be all these things when you die my son,
You will be all these things when you die.

Lie Dead (Original)
What will I see when I die, father, what will I see when I die?
Can you see the man who is not there,
who smiles as he sits on his old empty chair?
Can you see the stars when the clock chimes out noon
or follow the path of the faceless moon,
or see the sun in an overcast sky
or watch fat pigs as they go flying by?

What will I feel when I die, father, what will I feel when I die?
Can you feel the west wind on a still, calm day
or the breath on your neck from a statue of clay
or cold sea round your feet as you walk forest paths
or the heat of log fires, long since burnt to ash?

What will I hear when I die, father, what will I hear when I die?
Can you hear the joy of a new father's pride
or the loss of a mother when a son takes a bride
or the pain of the moment when old friends depart
or the anguish of hiding a tired, broken heart?

What will I be when I die, father, what will I be when I die?
You will be the man who is not there.
You will be be the west wind on a still calm day.
You will be the joy of a new father's pride.
You will be all these things when you die my son,
You will be all these things when you die.

Follow up to A Father Dies
tectak 2013