On My Stone

I am locked in a five-foot box As new as a virgin’s conscience I rest with snakes and worms In this icy world of darkness and dread I can’t see beyond my closed eye-lids Before my kins carried me shoulder high In mock majesty To forever cast me in this vale of loneliness My blood turned cold like the moon. I sleep with a peaceful heart I proudly look forward to my blissful reward Because… I always laughed with a warm heart And the fruits of my hand Were always sweet