Lewis Carroll’s Corpse Poem
by John McKernan
Your coffin is ready Sir
Packed full of air
It will weigh
As much as ten million needles Sir
Admit it to the grooves in your skull
You will find Sir
A shadow
Has invaded your body
Moving up from the boot soles
Don’t you want
To see what you will look like
Hold on Sir Just a minute
Here is a sundial
Wait The cloud will pass Wait