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
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