I have inclin'd my head a little lower
As the church bell jiggled from higher tower,
I fus'd a glance into the coffin-face
Motionless the dead was; no pulse in place
And emotionless - neither grin nor glower.
I knew the body which laid on the ground
Had once lov'd, breath, spok'n and walk'd around
As I did from day to day, ah! Weekly;
But, I have never come to know meekly,
My luck was never mine but God's profound.
So I had ris'n my feet to an obelisk
Seeing the infirm world of deadly risk;
Poke my eyes b'low where dustful mankind dwell
On the looming earth, mid heaven and hell;
For the Creator cares, kept me safe and brisk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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