Bury Me Under a Factory

Bury Me Under a Factory

A Poem by Anthony J

Screw cemeteries,
when I stop breathing
bury me under a factory
that makes pianos.
Not for the music, 
no point in that,
but for a piano’s willingness
to preserve the passions of dead men.

In my cement mausoleum,
each quality test of middle C
will be a hymn to Chopin, who died
quietly in the fadings of autumn
and will outlive any human industry.

What better place to decompose?

© 2015 Anthony J


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The title caught my attention immediately. clever.

And I like the ideas presented. In my interpretation, music acts as a means to the end of passion.

Also, from my vague music knowledge, middle C is C sharp I think - which is supposed to be the most harmonious of notes.

C for Chopin? lol

Of course, now I'm thinking Nocturnes and such, which in themselves are somber and allude to death, which fits the theme well.

And I think "decompose" is a pun

decompose and de-compose.

Nice way to end it.



Posted 7 Years Ago


this is a very clever poem, and as a musician, I greatly appreciate it :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


The richness of "a piano's willingness to preserve the passions of men" is wonderful.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I used to work at a funeral home. I can bring my grave dig shovel anytime.......................

Posted 9 Years Ago


I love this. Short but profoundly rendered.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Anthony J

9 Years Ago

Thank you!

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Anthony J
Anthony J

Berkeley, CA



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