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Funeral

             Funeral A pickaxe and a spade, a spade,       For and a shrouding sheet; O, a pit of clay for to be made       For such a quest is meet. - Shakespeare Life has been a thankless dream       And I the only thing real Embrace a whoresome cloud filled sky       With genocide and Cossack zeal. A consciousness, never black or white       Nonetheless ponders the extremes Then greys mid heaps of smoked dead skin,       Laments the apathy of ‘seems’. Confronting fears and sins of limbo       Like suicide at Alcedama The monster lava casket seers the land       Commences age old melodramas The rancid gutted ooze of Judas bowels       Stench this scented hedonist forever The tomb of pearl and guilded room       House his insignificance forever.  

Copyright © November 2001 craig r. kirchner


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