Grave!
Grave!
Hi, welcome to your grave,
Look around again,
Where are you?
Amidst the nematodes in the loam,
Wrapped in a cloth free of fancies,
Touch and tell me,
Is it sewed with the strings of gold?
Can you now announce your possessions?
Now please search out,
Where is your hate?
Where is your enmity?
Where is your pride?
