Disingenuousness
by Mark R Slaughter
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright ©: Mark R Slaughter
End of the poem
15 random poems
- His Poetry His Pillar by Robert Herrick
- Sonnet II: Not At First Sight by Sir Philip Sidney
- Departure by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet To Chatterton poem – John Keats poems
- Howard Stern’s Wine
- On The Nature Of Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- Lesbos by Sylvia Plath
- Towards Understanding, Through Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – О конце войны
- In The End by Sara Teasdale
- Faces. by Walt Whitman
- Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For James Smith:
- Song Of A Dream by Sarojini Naidu
- Russia To The Pacifists by Rudyard Kipling
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
