I am sorry mate,
         We killed your friend.
Standing there he was,
          Beside you since the plague.
I am sorry mate,
         We had weapons 
Made of his own ancestors,
         A neighbour of your own inmates.
I am sorry mate,
         We cut him straight across 
Down, before you knew.
          Arms and legs coiled, shriveled.
I am sorry mate,
          But don't  you worry
Use all of him has found.
          Fragrances and furniture, soaps and sails are all him.
I am sorry though mate,
          This productivity replaces none of your loss.
Friend, Brother and God;
           Through thick and thin, drought and flood.
I am sorry mate,
           Everything now is different
Rain's scanty, it's aroma deficient.
           Soil cannot hold itself , so can't your grief.
I am sorry mate,
           Really, truly. Accept just this one condolence
Your pain is but of short duration,
           Tomorrow you will be productive too.