Window Decorator by Charles Simic

In my stir-crazy, snowed-in state, I found some seasonally morbid poetry for you all. Enjoy!

I see you put Christmas Lights

And a tree in the window

Of a funeral home. Very nice,

I say. There are even teased

Wads of white cotton

To make us think of snow,

From the same stash, I suppose,

You plug ears and noses with.

Lord knows what else

You've got waiting for us beyond

The heavy, ornate door.

Santa's beard for grandma

Laid out in her coffin?

A new sled for some little girl

And even a lone snowflake

Freshly fallen on her sleeping cheek?