Banging on the coffin lid # Dylan Thomas

For all we had  said our amen to life  
The evensong came and, in its broken snare  
No comfort the weakness and all strife
 
Faiths candle burned its taper short
The welcome mat to find it bare
Belief the insurance you have bought
 
The resting place a family plot
A colour chart of greying hair
Executors are nesting "leave them not a lot"
 
The funeral plans finance decease
Just a few more days God can you spare
The undertakers tape be siezed
 
A stubborn will not lie in shrouds white sheet
To shout and scratch to escape from that nightmare
Bang on the coffin lid, not rest in peace

For dark angels above, beneath
As I hold on to one last prayer
Cry for me no tears of grief
For I am my ghost and I will not sleep

written as a villanelle poem as was the original