Envisage it, there is, A certain space Where rest and serene unheard-of resides... A hole for you Up beneath; the living dead domain On, in, and under the dark crust. Once breathed last, Now spirit depart hence And body awakes now Wrapped in necrosis souvenir In the rectangular depth. Tis' six feet...no more, no less Then you know, there is A certain hole for you.