On Death

Proud am I, the owner of a brand new bed Customized to suit my most unique want Its plush satin, below me, so elegantly spread Evokes memories that momentarily haunt The people who have with tender love and care Given me the luxury of such glitter and gleam That my finest gown, I now do fashionably wear And smile with the warmth of a most pleasant dream. So, it is that I, in such profound sleep Lie in the folds of the world’s greatest power As, with destiny, my appointment I keep And laze in the idyll that is Death’s calm bower Thus I am comfortably cuddled in this loving cot As my soul wanders and my body does rot.