Coffin Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Coffin



Coffin

Where would I stay
But inside,

After the ghost'sleft
The body inside,

The coffin
the nails and the rot,

Is claiming the dimes
and the pennies,
The bitter toasts given,

Injuries and injustices,

The corporal design,
only the master

Had the masters touch,
To foretold trouble
and grievances buried,

Sunday, July 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: grieve
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