On the slab

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Lay out my wrapping cloth
The oils for my head and feet
Take two shiny pennies and place them
Where my eyes are set
No more the hills and valleys view
No more conversation find
I go beyond
To a much more distant shore
Into a night without dawn
To a cold so bitter
My bones shall turn brittle as ice
And for all the Time of the world
My heart shall not return to beating
Silenced and laid
A viewing thin and lesson
Mortality is our curse
Our blessing time we have.