Who Is To Burn Her Lips At My Funeral

At the end of the day
we who look for a safe shelter
Simile of ladylove or mercy of God.

Trust me,
Neither God nor the beloved one,
None is responsible for our fate.
None but some spineless half-dead animals are going to join
at our funeral.

Life, River, Woman!
Come! get closer!
The earth is burning
Who is to burn her lips at my funeral?