Disingenuousness Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Disingenuousness



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 2011
























































































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Thursday, December 15, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Corey Haddock 23 November 2012

I understand what you're saying and totally agree.

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Shireen Ramadan 16 July 2012

I loved that, it visualise the moribund effect of demise which is very doom

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Far Lapenna 16 June 2012

Very original, yet at the same time it seems to date by centuries, very good

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