Swan Song

The clergy plays their swan song

You cry out it's all wrong

No one notices over their song

Leather skin the casket holds

The corpse didn't even get to see twelve years old

"He was a shy boy," is what was often told

Heads bowed, funeral attendants' heart grew cold

The coffin held many, but rarely as young as he

His mother bawled, how could this be?

The gravedigger was sad too, but he was ready to collect his fee