The wake

The eyes closed
The face unread
The palms lay flat against the chest
You tell yourself it's all for the best
They're better now away from here
Away from the world of hate and fear

And yet you wonder where they've gone
The place of no dawn
The place of fire and screams and souls
The ghouls that rake and tear and paw

Or the place of brightness and sunlight and jewels
The place where clouds float beneath
Under the feet of a thousand darlings

And as they throw the dirt that seals ones fate
It is impossible not  to hate
The the one that closes the crate