Friday, March 28, 2014

Death Never Goes Away


What with all of the
Death and dying,
Moaning, wailing
People crying,
Bodies never found
Or less,
A bomb goes off
A bloody mess.

Is it better?
To find the remains,
Self-inflicted
The skull and brains,
Blasted on the
Walls and ceiling,
I'd rather not
There's too much feeling.

A plane goes missing
No bodies found,
A murdered spouse
Buried in the ground,
Decomposition
Oh, where did they go?
Insects and vermin
They might know.

The end result
Oh, it's the same,
Our time on earth
Is like a picture frame,
A snapshot of life
Poof!... then we're gone,
Pushing up daisies
At Forest Lawn.

Although we seem pretty smart
We don't appear to learn,
That our existence is but
A simple turn,
On the chessboard of life
There's a beginning and end,
Really, no surprises
So why pretend,
And similarly
The crying and wailing,
Attachment and memories
That's our failing.

Fibril_late;
3/28/14

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