Death goes to funerals too

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench coats

My hood pulled over my head

So nobody can see my dead eyes

Because I am always there

At the person's last moments

I watch as the priest goes on

And on

And on

And I wonder

Why must he talk about their soul

Going to Heaven

When I have thrown their souls

In my dump

Which is well overflowing like a toilet

With detached souls

From bodies

That I have placed there

Myself?