RITES OF PASSAGE

When they bear the
Bodies out in
Bags will you look
Or turn away
And why is that
Do you think you
Might be the next
Stiff nonlife form
Prone on the board
And would that mean
What you call your
Core cannot be
Owned but is
Only on loan
Like a car or
Tux you take for
A spin around
The big dancefloor
Till whatever
Event ends and
Moreover when
You kick off your
Shoes whoever
Is left might not
Want to look at
What remains as
Much as to dance
On your cold grave