From a weepy-weary distance
Sounded the jingle-jangle chimes,
A quartet of string hum-drums
And choruses chanting rhymes.
The wickerwork was laid across
The long road of gold.
And people all stood in parallel,
To candlelights in hold.
The weighted framework, trudge by trudge,
A coffin through the night,
They sifted through the road, the dirt
Til the dawning early light.
They trudged across the world entire
And everyone caught a glance.
And the coffin contained a tiny light,
A will o' the wisp wanting to dance,
But it just had to stay in there,
In its comatose, little trance.
They lugged the huge wooden box
Into a deep, dark grave.
Containing the dreams of this sullen boy.
Into its deep, dark grave.
Goodbye, free world,
You just seem too far away
For me to want to save.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loss-a-coffin-through-the-night/
