..aren't you lucky. It's short. And inspired by Hamlet.
She fell asleep in the roses one day
Rue strewn about her, crushed where she lay
Poppies and posies put down by her feet
Leaves hiding her toes. Hands folded so neat
A pillow of green, with daises and weeds
The flies landing on her--a necklace of beads
Her blanket was snow, her mattress was grass
The hours piled on and the air watched her pass.