Averting Ennui in the Afterlife

/or/"How's the Chop Suey over there?"


so
you're dead.
so
what ?          I  really thought I
                        knew about all
                        this crap before
                        need-to-know
                        came to mani-
                         f e s t (itself)
so, so, so, it seems
like it's all schmo'business.
"What kind of fool am i..." (certainly
                                              what that it
                                              matters
is the pain and horror of seeing your girl'child Dead)

That all before we bought that lofty (shopping)
                                               Mall   (  just off the
                                               interstate, Exit
                                                     418-B)
for virtual peanuts from the Viet Cong who
built it some 70years ago when all Chinks
 looked like just plain old Chinks instead of hav-
ing,  to admit to and respect the differences in
their erstwhile  cultural nitpicky'ness - it was all
just-in-time for Fat Man and Little Boy  to see
what "that stuff" that we worked so patriot'ly
hard on, could score on the incineration meter,
(specifically as to children and grandma/grandpas,
who had few places to run and hide from The After-Life),
when all that really mattered was
              "Hey! How's the Chop Suey today? "

Jap, Thai, Viet, Cambodian, etc   all Chinks any way
you cut it....any way you hash it out, any way at all.

                              It all just washes away in that
                                           After-Life