One Last Thing (For Four Romanticidals)

With my lips on the barrel
My aim calm and true
As the shell shouts its carol
The last thing I see is you

I recline alone by the fire
For thirty years, it warmed you too
From this world I retire, and
The last thing I see is you

"When you drank from the vial"
"And your knife plunged right through"
"We both froze in a smile, because"
"The last thing I saw was you"