Wasting away
Skeletal remains
Disappearing and melting slowly
Pulling up Earth
Just like a blanket
Always waiting for eyes to be closing
Total calm
Lying backwards
As if you are falling
Into the caverns
where the centre is lit
The depths of the Earth bid you welcome at last
Death beckons you forward
“Come forth” he speaks
“Take off your hat and find a seat”
Little Wren 