Lewis Carroll’s Corpse Poem

by John McKernan

Your coffin is ready    Sir
Packed full of air

It will weigh
As much as ten million needles    Sir
Admit it to the grooves in your skull

You will find    Sir
A shadow
Has invaded your body
Moving up from the boot soles

Don’t you want
To see what you will look like
Hold on    Sir    Just a minute
Here is a sundial
Wait    The cloud will pass    Wait