A good death

It was a good death. I think that on the whole I behaved well.
Although, to tell the truth, my mind had been on other things.
It took me by surprise. I had not expected it just then,
The time that would never come, until the time that it did.

My shoes are black and polished; they have made my face serene.
They have made me neat and tidy. My suit is newly pressed.
As they fold my arms and then close my eyes, I realise
This is the last time I will ever feel the hands of men.

There are some here today I feel I should recognise.
It is strange to hear the words and know they speak of me.
It seems that I too should walk away, as though this were a dream.
I had not thought it would be like this, as they slowly leave.

I cannot say I know peace but there is no thing
I desire or that moves me as I lie within the earth.
As I stare into the dark, I only think of what has been.
I wonder why I used to care. I wonder if I did.