
Challenge
Write a poem that begins with this: I go to funerals in tall boots and trenchcoats.
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?
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