Franz Kafka and his boat

 When I think of

 the biography

 of Franz Kafka

 I only remember

 How he rowed his boat

 up the Vltava

 Then put the oars up

 Lay down on his back

 At the bottom of the boat

 And let the river take him

 In his black suit

 He looked like a

 Dead man in his coffin

 When his colleagues

 on the bridge

 Watched him float

 Towards them

 And past under them.