Still riding in my painted coffin
Trundling along an unseen rode
Focused on walls painted bright
Clean lines and right angles
Directions for happiness guaranteed
Meanwhile I roll
Feeling the bumps and hearing the wind
Something big lives outside this box
It’s not like the pictures inside
Outside is unsure and mysterious
I’m curious but dare not peek
No lock keeps me here
Only the familiar comfort
Painted on the inside of this coffin
As I move safely towards my grave
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Dirge for Two Veterans”)
Life Immense 