Gulp! - (Lol)A Poem by David Lewis PagetI wrote a book called ‘The Afterdeath’ With a thousand gory themes, Of what takes place at your final breath When you lie in your swirling dreams, Your body hung by its fingertips Between here and the place you go, When the deed is done, and your race is run Will there be no afterglow?
Will there be no afterglow, I said With a place you can lay your head, Up in the clouds and the stars somewhere On a downy, cloudy bed? To wake from the sordid human dream That you lived, three score and ten, Trying to make your way between Your hopes and ambitions then.
But always thwarted, you don’t know why For nothing would come out right, And always hanging over your head Are thoughts of that endless night, That bright intelligence snuffed right out That learning lost to the air, Your body locked in a six foot box In its final death despair.
I wrote of the ones who wake in dread To the sound of the shovel’s spray, Tipping that final dirt on you As your coffin’s hidden away, You thump and scream in your final dream Kicking the bottom out, With the coffin muffling shrieks and screams When you want them to let you out!
It’s easy, while I am sitting here To write of a man’s despair, When he’s in the dark, can’t see a spark And fighting for gasps of air, Or maybe rather the sputtering jets Of the crematorium, As the box implodes and your body glows Round your scared cerebellum?
So now that I’ve made you comfortable Accepting your sad demise, And the way that they will dispose of you (Believe me, everyone lies!) Take heart in the fact you’re not alone That final terror will be There at the end with everyone, Including the author, Me!’
David Lewis Paget © 2015 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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