See what comes of your life's toil
woke me up an eerie nasal voice
she reeked of putrid soil
her look was no rejoice.

I wondered being at that forlorn place
with two dark holes peering at me
smelling of varnished wood
and eyes watery.

The air smelled of wild moss
under a sky pallid grey
shadows rose from the silent cross
where I too dreadfully lay.

you needn't lie down anymore
her voice betrayed a mirth
now that you're thru this door
cleanse yourself with a bath.

Two holes held me in their stare
rise man there's nothing to fear
once you wash your earthly tears
can write your first poem here.