Stanzas Ending with the Same Two Words

At first I felt shame because I had entered through the door marked Your Death. Not a valuable word written unsteeped in your death. You are the ruin whose arm encircles the young woman at the posthumous bar, before your death. The grass is still hungry above you, fed by your death. Kill whatever killed your father, your life turning to me again said before your death. Hard to grow old still hungry. You were still hungry at your death.