The Chair She Sits In
I've heard this thing where, when someone dies,
People close up all the holes around the house—
The keyholes, the chimney, the windows,
Even the mouths of the animals, the dogs and the pigs.
It's so the soul won't be confused, or tempted.
It's so when the soul comes out of the body it's been in
But that doesn't work anymore,
It won't simply go into another one
And try to make itself at home,