Cadaver Party

I like that some of my cells won’t know I’m

dead but party on as though their

host had gone to bed and

left them to it while they shout

“Loser!” and turn up the music, break out the

drugs, search my house for something

serious to drink and it will be

several cold dawns before they feel the

lack of food and warmth and

realise that the

doors are locked.

 

Elsewhere other guests ignore the noise

decide to bide

sleep and dream of all that

nutritious gloop I will provide while

in the attic one tiny bit of

grit imagines deep time and the

Sun’s last despairing belch

spraying them all starward

whizzing past each other yelling “Hey!

Great party!

When’s the next?”

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Comments

  • lifethroughblueeyes  On April 2, 2012 at 11:31 pm

    Love this! Not sure I should be smiling, but I am 🙂

  • bulltlr1  On April 3, 2012 at 12:23 am

    A well written, sad spectacle

  • Linda Munn  On April 7, 2012 at 9:12 pm

    Well done! Almost makes you wonder if that is how it will be…lol.

  • Leah  On April 10, 2012 at 5:09 pm

    I love this poem. A black comedy perhaps?

  • 1emeraldcity  On April 11, 2012 at 8:27 pm

    Hey, I’m all for going out laughing. Macabre, but a fun poem, Steve!

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