Statue
The Box lay open
Handsome, well carved
Oak with brass handles
Silk silver lining, softer than sin
Comfortable, beautiful,
worthless, wasteful
Stone statues, stiff, immobile
do not need a silken pillow
Glued-shut eyelids cannot see
The sunset flowers or the golden blessing
Or the fine, caramel-stained box.
Wax figures do not care, feel, or want
These comforts of the life they have lost
The box is for us, the flowers for us,
The cross, the silk, the suit, the blush
The kneelers, the crying, the regrets, the respects
It is all for us, we visitors of Madame Tussauds.
The body is cold, dead, dirt, nothing.
The coffin is for us
Handsome, well carved
Oak with brass handles
Silk silver lining, softer than sin
Comfortable, beautiful,
worthless, wasteful
Stone statues, stiff, immobile
do not need a silken pillow
Glued-shut eyelids cannot see
The sunset flowers or the golden blessing
Or the fine, caramel-stained box.
Wax figures do not care, feel, or want
These comforts of the life they have lost
The box is for us, the flowers for us,
The cross, the silk, the suit, the blush
The kneelers, the crying, the regrets, the respects
It is all for us, we visitors of Madame Tussauds.
The body is cold, dead, dirt, nothing.
The coffin is for us