I think
you’ll find
a coffin
not so good
Baby-O.
They strap you in
pretty tight

I hear 
it’s cold
and worms and things
are there for selfish reasons

I think
you’ll want
to turn
onto your side
your hair
won’t like
to stay in place
forever
and your hands
won’t like it
crossed
like that

I think 
your lips
won’t like it
by themselves