At the Last Grave Valentine

After long fluttering in the light
And laying down of eggs such a life
Its wings battered with exhilaration
It lays down on the wet grass
Awaiting dreamfully
The undertaker ants
So all my favorite childhood
Stories are of funerals and this
Is just a prime example
Of when the dead one
Sits up in his casket
And looks around at us
As if death was done