29 August 2012
Planks of ice and sheets of dust, A stone like face, a lifelike bust, A bloodless corpse and frozen heart, A body, wheeled out on a cart.
A no one's death, a nameless curse, A cobweb coffin, cobweb hearse, A soul released, that no one knew, Except, by chance, a lifeless few.
A silenced voice, whose words can't quote, As none took time to pay devote, A single breath expelled, his last, His blank grave, just a slate of past.
The figure slowly melts away, The cold flesh peeling, bones to stay, The face that glowed with life and light, Emaciated, hollow sight.
A nameless man for nameless grave, A cobweb coffin, all they gave, No service for the life he spent, No record of the path he went.
Cobweb Coffin • Opuss № I