We all end up in fridges
Cold
Still
Dark
We all end up in fridges
you know
Oh yes they
wrap you
in purple shrouded warmth
but it's all
crap you see
we all end up in fridges
Unwrapped
Trapped
Stiff and
alone
We all end up in fridges
The trappings and
the wrappings are
for the living
not us dead
breathless
lifeless
We all end up in fridges.
Written on seeing the contrast between the way the undertakers handled a
body in the home in front of the family and in the morgue in front of
*no one*.
KT
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