I was lying in some tomb
Rented for a moment’s time
From some genius of zoom
To arrange the thoughts in line.
Birds were chirruping in trees,
Marble cupids’ toothless smile,
Restless humming of the bees,
Dusty bones in corner pile.
I was proud of cerement
For the living to look brave.
Now you see the latest trend-
I’m in jeans and I’m in grave.
I am bored. As post-live whims
I can tell you two or three:
First I want some coffin gimps,
Second…I forgot, you see…
Can you call on me some day?
In excusing for the past?
Will you come at least to pray?
For me to be freed at last?