Who Knows?
Everybody hopes
to be awake through their funeral
listening in cold repose as they're eulogized,
dead but still alive
to know what they thought of you all along
who didn't bother to show up
to lie and hear the truth
before the lid is closed
Everybody hopes
to be bought yet not be owned,
that the narrow road is short,
to eat their fill, and then
hope the hollowed cake will stand
who knows?
if money had its own price
what would you pay to make it worthwhile
to hear the truth and sell the lie
before the lid is closed