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My Body Will Get No Coffin

My body will get no coffin,
A box is ok to carry it off in.
It's better spend money on old rare whiskey,
Her future unknown and so much risky,
And up she must climb, forever not sink -
Encourage my soul by farewell drink!

by Vitaly Petrovich

Comments (3)

Picturesque poem! Rising dirge. Very imaginative!
Very picturesque! A rising dirge! Very imaginative!
And up she must climb, forever not sink - Encourage my soul by farewell drink! envisioning death like this. a very good poem. in short verses you are picturing a reality.. reality of death. thank you for your powerful poem. tony