The Cadaver

there's an apocalyptic tint to the sky
"God has died!"
the world leaders cry
a huge Cadaver has fallen from heaven
and is now floating in the Atlantic
head against the grime 
of New York City
toes scraping the docks 
of rainy London
whales (confused and pissed off) 
sing louder
only to have their songs dampened
by the once radiant robes of the Allmighty
as the once radiant folds of the fabric
float gently over the sea
the worlds leaders scurry to devise a plan
they can't just leave the Cadaver
even the creators flesh would surely rot
and who wants to smell rotting God 
(an unseemly prospect for sure)

"Sink it! Let the fish feast!"

"Tie rockets to its fingers and send it back to heaven!"

"Blow it up!! Messy, but effective!"

the arguments raged, 
theories were weighed,
but no solutions came
after two weeks time 
the huge Cadaver sighed
and in a still whisper of a voice 
asked

"Why did not one of you jerks 
bother to check my pulse?!"

we couldn't answer............

"I was only resting!"

what could we say.............

with another sigh 
God was gone
never to be heard from again