I am dead
No really
I am truly dead
An inebriated driver
Ran his van into my bike
And I flew like a rag doll
Over a hundred yards
Suddenly I am at my funeral
Everyone weeping, everyone holding fast to each other
A sorry sight
They strain to see my coffin lowered
In it a loose bag of flesh and bones
The real me watching from the sky
Sadness, sadness all around
Suddenly I catch it like a cold
My goodness, I am dead!
Truly dead
Soft dirt filters over my rugged coffin
Gentle hymns ring around me like a halo
My mother clutching desperately at my stepdad
My young brother wiping snot on his sleeves
I am awashed with sadness
For I am going to the light
But my family will stay in the dark
Cold, bitter days ahead
A gnawing emptiness that never leaves
I once was full of sound and fury
But to those gathered at my grave
I signified
Everything.
