There Are Only Some Things Onto Which You Can Shovel Dirt.

Here is my body.

My faulty faculties and my frail frame.

Here is the box you will place me in.

Will it hurt?

Could I test the weight the of the earth

Before I'm under it?

Ground

Path

Earth

Dirt

Upon you I have trod

Since I learnt to walk.

So tell me now,

Did I hurt you?

You beneath me.

Did it hurt

Having the human race shovelled upon you?

An earth buried beneath the people who,

When they can walk no more,

Bury themselves beneath the earth.

So tell me, did it hurt?

Here is my body.

My faculties at their faultiest and my frame at its most frail.

So tell me why,

When we die,

Do we place upon us the weight of the world?