the last short trip

 so much is lost inside the space of dark

where what we see and hear is felt so hard

that when we tear or find the door is barred

to every vision and without a mark

we turn to go we hasten to embark

on one more journey while you stand on guard

with eyes close watching on the final yard

as all our choices now have come down stark

no names are mentioned in the frozen place

where all are sorted for the last short trip

out to oblivion yet there's a chance

that these sad agents of the human race

may for a moment get themselves a grip

so joining in the finest kind of dance