Disingenuousness
by Mark R Slaughter
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright ©: Mark R Slaughter
End of the poem
15 random poems
- A New Broom by Witt Wittmann
- Владимир Степанов – Следом за летом осень
- An Address to the New Tay Bridge by William Topaz McGonagall
- Subjective Genocide by Marie Starr
- On The Death Of Mr William Hervey
- The Lilac by William Barnes
- Исикава Такубоку – Дом
- Hymn by Sidney Godolphin
- As Slow Our Ship by Thomas Moore
- Astrophel and Stella LXXXIV: HIGHWAY by Sir Philip Sidney
- Valediction Forbidding Mourning
- Валерий Брюсов – Город сестер любви видение
- Elm by Sylvia Plath
- An Epitaph On The Marchioness Of Winchester poem – John Milton poems
- Mild is the Parting Year by Walter Savage Landor
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