Death seems so sweet
When your heavy and down
When the world has turned full circle
And your life is just a frown,
When pressures are strong
And the will is weak
And the breath of life
has lost its voice to speak.
The moribund mortician
Entered within his log
The journey that he would make
While passing through the morgue
The last rites been performed
A wash and brush up
Ready for his embalmment
A sickeningly sweet smell
To cover his inhumation
A choice of burial or
Incineration
Within a wooden casket
cerements complete
The nails are hammered down
From head down to his feet
A heavy thud upon the catafalque
Off to Gods little acre
Within the sepulchral sheet
A muffled drum
A cortθge
A solemn little dirge
A tear upon the asphalt
Emotion on the verge
A gain to the heavenly world.
The priest upon the pedestal
Director of the soul
To provide spiritual sustenance
Incarnate control
The fire burns so brightly
Goodbye!
Cruel World!
copyright RAW 2005
