I am looking at your _coffin_

And I see a reflection of myself

In the _ripples_ of _water_

that form when _raindrops_

hit the lid

Something steps on my _shoelace_

And the _ripples_ form _reaction_ in

My body as I _bend down_

to tie it

We are _indistinguishable_

From one another

The _ripples_ on your _coffin_ lid

My _ripples_ of _reaction_

They make me _wonder_

which of us is really _dead_.