Remains To Be Seen

A life beyond death, a linger on cold lit breath
There is always room, in the vacuous tomb.

Pickled, Tinned, Sealed and Shut
join Them.
Mouldy, Oldie, out of choices way
forgotten instead, it's never today.

Preserved, Unnerved, Crammed and Damned
There. Still.
Dusty, Musty, destined never to be ate
with stains to persistent to grace bowl or plate.

Ever present, always been
Whatever happens, remains to be seen.