Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Sunday, October 23, 2011

After the Funeral



after the funeral the family said bye
they climbed in a pumpkin and flew in the sky
they guarded the candle and carved out the eyes
no one they knew was the least bit surprised

they headed to heaven but landed in hell
they stumbled outside and reeled from the smell
they wanted their mother, their father to tell
the what and the where and the why they all fell

monsters and masters all lie in store
all lie in store, open the door
masters and monsters and dear little drones
gods and the furies are out skipping stones
bring out the dinner plates, bring out the jam
set me a table and carve up the ham
don't let the squealing touch on your bones
masters and monsters and dear little drones

the ceiling was fire, the floor was a grate
the chairs were all made of twigs carved of fate
the dinner was excellent for those but dead once
the spiders, grub beetles fashioned the shunts
don't let the squealing touch on your bones
masters and monsters and dear little drones

monsters and masters all lie in store
all lie in store, open the door
masters and monsters and dear little drones
gods and the furies are out skipping stones
bring out the dinner plates, bring out the jam
set me a table and carve up the ham
don't let the squealing touch on your bones
masters and monsters and dear little drones

the host sent regrets and a bottle of blood
the family was withered, their jokes were all duds
the family was made into poison on crops
the walls became janitors with foul smelling mops

after the funeral the family said bye
they climbed in a pumpkin and flew in the sky
they guarded the candle and carved out the eyes
no one they knew was the least bit surprised

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