Reflexively shuddering in pain,
the coffin nails us down.
Creaking and groaning
like a wooden dragon.

Nails, sweet nails,
that seal our useless fate.

Velvet reddened by blood
shed by a fearful tear
A puckered anus
to the Earth below.

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