Little gold arms and legs
dance below a little
fake diamond head.
Little gold chain around
my neck that had been
around yours instead.
Little gold ribbon around
the box,
long thin gray box
with the little gold person
inside.

I don't know what
you are trying to tell
me but I know what
I'm hearing.

You wanted a man
for me but you gave
it to me in a coffin,
thin and gray like
my soul,
but your ribbon outside
was alive and gold.

The ruby heart-red body
was fake.
So I can't accept
your dead concept
of man,
but the least I can do
is move the little gold
arms and legs
and thank you.