This is a nice poem. It is written with imagination and craft. It takes the form of a confession. The corpse in the bedroom is appalling and murder is in the air. The corpse is laden with lights, balls and a garland. It is a roost for birds. It is a giver of shade. A cleaner of air. The corpse has to be discarded eventually. The last lines of going artificial by the next year makes us think how the poet would react next. The poetry is nice to read and makes us sit up and take notice. Death is shown in a very macabre light.