The Deceased

He lies gently under the chisled stone

and his breath no longer breathing,

his heart no longer beating.

His eyes closed as if in an endless slumber

and his bed the coffin called the chamber.

He wears such a formal suit for the last day he is seen.

His skin so pale and pallid for this scene,

People gather around hos body and say a few words he cannot hear.

They place flowers on him and graze his soft white hair.

His skin like a leather feeling

and wrinkled like the ripples in water.

He is cold to the touch and seems to be nothing but skin.

They lower him into the ground as he watches from a distance.

Then a bird swoops from the sky to carry him

and away to the stars he joins.

As he says farewell to his family and friends

as he says goodbye to himself in the casket.

He of which was now part of the land of the parished.