There in the casket
A skin covered prison
Is grey and abandoned
Asleep on its back
The kids in their suits
All tidy and clean
Look down to the floor
When told to be sad
The men with their watches
Both silver and gold
Are whispering something
With women in black
The daughter is crying
And can't bare to see
What I see as a prison
Asleep on its back
Mitchell Gonzalez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-in-the-casket/
