the burial coat

this coat maker knows not that this coat shall follow the dead into the decade where the dead recides, in a coffin of iron, wood or lead the coat maker makes this suit,for men and thousands are buried wearig this coat the coat maker never knows tomorrow, he will never guess tomorrow-one man that anticipates to wear such a suit, for his wedding to his lovely woman, but on that wedding day,there may a car-wreck where his corpse will be dresed in that same suit `tis threnody,then tragedy,then catastrophe then calamity, for the dressing given to a lifeless man,but dressed in handgloves or shoes made of leather hide that its aim is to show to men-but what is best? when slowly each termite nibles the thread and so soon the buried will now be nude