The Doubt
People around here died twenty years ago
But no one told them they had had their funeral
And back behind the plough next day.
The Internet is foreign to them as is radio and TV
Spend their evening talking about burials and how
Many people turned up.
It is frightening since I know they are dead I must
Be as well only I can't recall my funeral and no one
When we sit by the fire telling anecdotes, mention it.

If alive how do I know I tried to turn water into wine.
It didn't work the water to cold.
I will now go outside fall flat on my face if it hurts
I should be ok, but it worries me that I can fly