A Corpse Without a Coffin

The earth is cold

My body is old

No flesh upon my bones

I have no pain

I can hear the rain

Pounding down on my grave

My world is dark

Worms crawl up my back

There are some in my hair

How did I die?

Can you tell me why

I was put here to rot?

I have no name

No one to blame

Not one shred of reason

I’m still unfound

I can hear a sound

Something strange, this is new

My world has light

No longer just night

And the worms have gone too

Oh, you’re going now

This I disallow

But what can bones even do?

It’s not too bad

How can I be sad

When you’ve left me a friend?

This one is fresh

Funny it has flesh

And it still moves and breathes