Ascent To Heaven Or Heaven's Descent

They had measured on close counts, Before they began his dismount, All flowers and scents were left behind, It was only mud that came to mind, He was a log of wood that had no use, They were about to consign him as refuse, They had measured on close counts, And now had finished his dismount, They all glumly looked at the innards of earth, Dug apart so as to be his home and hearth, They lowered him with care, Some cried and other shed tears, Such care they had never shown, When he was alive full blown, They left him but he could not, In years that followed he thought, And all thoughts were about and their's, But he lay still there, Not able to do much, While lower insects ate him as such, Twenty yards under the surface, The earth weighed on him like a mace, He had volumes to carry, Every moment without delay or tarry, In peace he had the quiet, Under the forceful mud of his burial site, He was largely unattended, Only heard anniversary footsteps, When his thought subject came tending, There was lot of din, As one day woke abruptly in, He could hear the rattling and banging of hammer, His peace was disturbed and began to stammer, It was furious and fast, He presumed it could not be just his nest, But also his neighbors from first to last, It was familiar yes very much so, All the sound and racket on the go, It was regular and incessant, As if it was rain rampant, Yes, clouds up there from above, Were pouring over his grave, They sounded angry and irate, And were determined to drown all gates, He felt secure under mud, And there suddenly was a seeping thud, It was really bad and water had come in tones, His grave was all definitely drowned, Now the water had bossed over the earth, Pressing it hard for the inner most berth, It was invading the twenty yards, And approaching him fast, And he thought will the dead also meet the flood, The seeping thud was on the first drop, That fell on his stomach, He churned as eating insects scurried, Soon train followed thud after thud, And then it was a volley of scuds, His cavity was being filled, And bones getting viscid and humid, A coolness spread through rotten carrion, And went on to turn into a bath for the skeleton, It bathed him till it was just soaking, Was it he who had ascended to heaven, Or the heavens came pouring down to meet him even.