Breathless

Awaiting in sterile drawer
Echoes of shovel deeply score
This cadaver pending ditch
In plot so murky as pitch

Coroner’s keen tools ready
Scent of formaldehyde so heady
Stone cold, heart lain bare
Tin table tis state of affair

Starkness adorns my grave
Never matter life I gave
Empty of prayers devout
What was existence all about?

Limbo my new lover be
To hell with life’s misery
On stone etched with dread
 Evermore tis this sullied bed