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
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочий! (РОСТА №735)
- Вера Павлова – Нежность больше не делится
- Fireflies in the Garden by Robert Frost
- When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly by Oliver Goldsmith
- A child said, What is the grass by Walt Whitman
- Николай Гумилев – Неоромантическая сказка
- Of Clementina by Walter Savage Landor
- Pace of Life by Pierre Reverdy
- Огюст Барбье – Эпилог
- Николай Заболоцкий – Лесная сторожка
- Ольга Берггольц – Марш оловянных солдатиков
- Иван Демьянов – Парикмахер рак-омар
- Cake by Roger McGough
- Thatchen O’ The Rick by William Barnes
- Sparrow singing by Yosa Buson
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
