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
- The Gardener XVI: Hands Cling to Eyes by Rabindranath Tagore
- To The Nameless Soldier
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня о штангисте
- Robert Burns: Highland Harry Back Again:
- Picture by Nijole Miliauskaite
- America, America by Saadi Youssef
- We Miss You So Much by Ronald G. Auguste
- The Country Doctor by Will McKendree Carleton
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нынче мне не до улыбок
- Илона Грошева – Мой друг Евгений
- Константин Бальмонт – Можно жить с закрытыми глазами
- Ocean of Forms by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Art of Cake Decorating – A Beginners Recommendation For Cake Decorating Books
- Full Moon by Tu Fu
- Otho The Great – Act III poem – John Keats poems
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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).
