Placed in a coffin
Of expensive wood.
There to lie eternally
As dust to my body changes.
There is no glory in death,
Just a silence to keep you company.
You who spoke so elequently,
Now reduced to the quiet of the dead.
Yet all is not lost if you believe,
That death is only the great beginning
Of a life with God or the old devil himself,
Hoping he has snared another soul from God.
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Jane