Morgue or Mortuary (O,Hard, Hard, The Hardship of The Dead)

 


Everything that is done here is done
        only for the dead.

No magic tricks of dignity. Just cold,
          naked, and so well lit it
      may as well be a hockey rink.

So white and slick as the meat locker
        from whence we got our supper
                   t o d a y.

Human life'meat tar'tar is the special
           d'jour most everyday.

And, oh, them little sewer grates in
        the well scrubbed floors.
    ( Where does all that life-fluid go?)

Hard to think, let alone "conceive" that
 my blessed child was in a place such as this,
      but 14 months ago.

Hard to believe that daddyo's fucked up
       heart has maintained this long, this far
         away from You.

Hard, hard.....mthrfckn hard it has been
          since you are gone, gone, so very .gone.
   (my burning, woeful, imbecilic eyes just
         canno come to rest for you)
  
This, my failed Heart, will never dance
                        on this world again.


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