There are too many of those today
But no one seems to care anymore.
Those tube take you nowhere
except maybe purgatory
who knows anymore.
Do they tell the story
of life that bloomed with youth and vigor?
Does it share the scars etched into the feeble flesh?
Can it transmit all the challenges you overcame
battles won in God's name?
Does it say anything about the remains it contains?
Can it truly mirror the pain
never to be seen again?
That bag contains what time has wrought
But it can never contain ones soul.