No Sauce For The Goose

   
The dark side of nowhere    
between eternity      
and forever      
     
Without season or pork    
no sauce for the goose    
     
Down deep between seams    
of pulled forked      
uncorked      
     
In this pale veneer    
of death's portmanteau      
and no lily      
     
No room for the living    
in these lonely graves      
hallowed by death's breath    
   
Without season or pork    
no sauce for the goose