(put the fun back in) the funeral we walk in our shoes put the fun back in the funeral days on top of days i hear the dirt fall on the coffin roof i can’t breathe i can’t breathe in this box i can’t breathe night after night fall asleep by cigarette light the boys run from the boys and it’s the only clean air i enjoy i can’t breathe i can’t breathe on this bus i can’t breathe my face transfixed in dreams i am trying to scream now don’t, don’t you pray for me please remove my feeding tube i can’t breathe i can’t breathe on this bed i can’t breathe © 2009 Erin McKeown