All That Remains

They deliver me Swathed in fiber pages and hired into a fair case, As my body reposes like a sack of raised morsels, I effortlessly fit the “box!” And not even a bit lingers out, In its annex death swept me clean Like a waged drought As mine sing in despair The weepiest hymns of my knowing; And their eyes out in sour tears as systems Handle down the confinement into the pit They deliver my simple bones Into graves of one kind, Setting every practice they (will) mind But I smile in my further place, Though I have none skin nor face, I have no wit nor tears; But I smile still in my further place For my soul is all that remains.