A Certain Commode or

How many drawers death has! - In the first
She collects my poems
By which I curry her favor.

Certainly in the second drawer
She preserves the lock of hair
From the days when I was five.

In the third in turn - the sheet
With my first night stain
And the final examination report.

Whereas in the forth she keeps bills
Admonitions and maxims
"In the name of the Republic".

In the fifth - reviews, opinions
Which she reads for fun
When she is melancholic.

She must have a deeply hidden one,
Where the most sacred thing lies:
The certificate of my birth.

And the lowest and the biggest
- she can hardly pull it open -
Will be a coffin just right for me.

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