Rows of people
Open lid
Groups of friends
Cold and dead
Talking, laughing
Conversing, crying
Remembering fondly what he did
While we stare
Try not to look
Try not to care
About, at, around
The open lid
Rows of living
Thinking only of dying
While he's lying
Unmoving, unliving
Never unloving
From the soft white bed
Under the open lid
Bringing together
People who never
Who hate that he left
Dressed, the body
Lovely
Position rigid, set
Tightly bound
Tightly held
Anchored to the earth
Where he isn't anymore
Heavily resting
Under the lid
Cold features never
Yet smiling forever
Eternally loving
Living, hugging
Bowed heads
Prayed prayers
Remembering
Knowing that always
He's there
Soul absent
Cold body
Skin lifeless
Spirit lovely
Floating to heaven
But leaving alone
The carcass sitting at home
In the sheets
'Neath bowed heads
Anchored to earth
Under the lid
Coffin lid
The open lid