17.4.20
108
have you been to the
funeral…
and thought
it’s not theirs
it’s not them
but of course they’re
coming
they’ll be here
a bit late
… as per usual
already missing some
mannerism
or
expecting any moment
they burst out of the cake
make a birthday of it …
step down from the slide
show
and drumroll ta-dah!
ghastly and ghoulish, but just
for effect
in fact probably for some
pedantic correction
or left on the stove
accidentally wiped the hard
drive
what tricksters your dead’ns
can be!
awkward and cute too with
it
all twinkle in eye
is how they got so far
ever and always taking the
piss
never miss a party
or any chance of fun
some says ‘frail’, ‘past it’
actually strong as brick
shithouse
and yelling at you ‘get off
the can!’
not wanting to get ahead of
themselves
and now behind the
eight-ball
they’ve always Houdini’d
the thing before
now here’s the past tense
earned
nothing fancy –
the Luggnagg drag
ripe old innings –
the Struldbrug
lame with puns
dress up in religious
garments to mock
bits falling off
they all tell leper jokes in
care
rehash racist anecdotes of
another age
they think domestic
violence is funny
and they can laugh at
themselves
at least up to a point
‘irreverent’, it says on
the back
(these days a T shirt)
there’s someone else in the
box
(probably put there by
you-know-who)
or like a bed puffed up
with pillows
where your teenager’s snuck
off
gone
as in wild
as in feral
fled
playing SARDINES
but not in the coffin
they’re in a cupboard
hiding somewhere
in some dusty corner of the
castle
closer and closer
some have called it a
nursing home
(that’s re-badging)
everyone can self-medicate
there
and sometimes be assisted
sublime decay – they’ve
got it licked
‘such was life’
they seem to say
having made the longest
speech
now at the snacks and
drinks
last with an hurrah
eyes plead
expectant for applause
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