The Coffin Sways
The coffin sways;
The people grumbles;
Popping out drinks to libation,
Pacifying with the ancestors to receive the deceased;
As so is thought of the content in the coffin
Unwilling to depart into the grave:
The coffin sways, and what is thought dead,
Has awakened from a long lasting coma;
Kicking and shouting so loud, but no one could possibly hear.
The coffin rest on holds of the family: swaying, and who cares.
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