6ft under

Blog 459:

The dead lay still six feet underground
In time, their bodies decompose
From routine rain downpour
And busy work of devouring soil

I don’t understand much about humans’ fuss
Time and again a squabble over coffins arise
Debating, choosing, and finally deciding on one
As if identifying the strongest of them all
Would preserve all along a dead body
 
The dead lay still six feet underground
In time, their bodies decompose
From routine rain downpour
And busy work of actively devouring soil

 

When I die, there’d be no fuss
There’d be no screaming, no fussing
Over which coffin to put my dead body
“Spare me the debate, please!
Return me only as dust back into the ground!”