Chin Tied Up Poem by Jerome Fuseau

The old man whose
Chin is tied up
Glares in his box.
The priest preached
About some forced
Plain achievements
Of prosiness.
Such a mighty
And weak way of
Consolation.
'...O Lord and let
Perpetual
Light shine upon
him...' Whose chin is
Tied up and doesn't
Seem to care at
all about this
Land anymore.
But they serve boose
For the mourners.
They're frightened -
What would the old
Man say whose
Chin is tied up.