Topic of Death II

Oh straightened back, So tense, no slack, on slab of stone, all alone! The look in your eyes, Deep inside, All vision gone, Now so obscure, all a-blur. Yellow tag strung on toe, No price, no sale, No name I know, could be Doe. No tears, No fears, Only frigid nights, Outstretched arms, O'er thee, Your sleeve. "T.O.D" I see.