Simplify the entire poem into simplest english form, Child Burial' by Paula Meehan

Question

Your coffin looked unreal, fancy as a wedding cake
I chose your grave clothes with care, your favourite stripey shirt
your blue cotton trousers They smelt of woodsmoke, of October,
your own smell there too. I chose a gansy of handspun wool,
warm and fleecy for you. It is so cold down in the dark.
No light can reach you and teach you the paths of wild birds,
the names of the flowers the fishes, the creatures
Ignorant you must remain of the sun and its work,
my lamb, my calf, my eaglet my cub, my kid, my nestling
my suckling, my colt. I would spin time back, take you again
within my womb, your amniotic lair, and further spin you back
through nine waxing months to the split seeding moment
you chose to be made flesh, word within me.
I'd cancel the love feast the hot night of your making.
I would travel alone to a quiet mossy place,
you would spill from me into the earth drop by bright red drop.
From The Man Who Was Marked By Winter (Gallery Press), now anthologised in A Part Of Ourselves.

Answer 1

Your coffin looked strange, like a fancy cake at a wedding. I carefully picked out your favorite clothes for your burial. They smelled like wood smoke and October, and also like you. I chose a warm wool sweater for you to wear in the cold darkness of the grave. You will never see the light again or learn about animals, plants, or the sun. I wish I could go back in time and keep you safe inside me. I would undo the night you were conceived and let you go peacefully into the earth.