I’ve never seen a dead body,
dead animals yes,
a fox lying in the road,
twisted flesh, broken bone;
the hedgehog which
this time did not make it home.
I’ve never seen a dead body,
except,
I’ve seen one that slept;
not dead yet.
And when I saw it,
as I lay in bed
I knew there was something
Inside left .
Do not weep over my body,
when I have gone,
this time I did not make it home,
twisted flesh, broken bone.
Fear for my soul you might
as it heads on its journey,
will it find darkness or light?
I’ve never seen a dead body,
I think one day I might.
Will it be mine,
and will I be right?
