Fun Times at the Memorial Park
by Gary Hardaway
Ah, the mysteries underground.
What are the corpses doing in their
Sunday best? Impressing the other
buried ones in their finery?
Surprising them with how life-like
his/her face is? Swapping stories
of how the morticians couldn't find
a good vein for embalming fluid
so skipped the whole procedure
and sprayed the body with
industrial strength deodorant?
Good times, underground.
Just like above ground only
a whole lot slower and really dark.
Love this and the perfect opening and closing sentences.
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Excellent poem!
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(Since you have "corpses' in line 2, you can have "their faces are" in line 6.)
Good poem.
Planning on helluva Halloween shindig. *
...one...
Thank you, Paul,
and Chris,
and Bill,
and Sam,
and Matt.
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*, Gary. I always the wide-range of subjects you choose to carry your fine verse.
between "always" and "the" insert "like". Sorry.
Thank you, Amanda
and David.
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Thank you, Charlotte.
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Thank you, Loren.
Confirms my choice for cremation.*
Thank you, Gary.
hahaha... REALLY dark...
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Thanks, Deborah.
* Love the cynicism.
Thanks, Epiphany.
All the better corpses avoid political or religious discussion and the weather's so hard to discern from that depth... explains the silence. The chatty ones must suffer, waiting for the Resurrection... so long in coming.
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Thank you, James.
Enjoyed the dark. "*"
Thanks, Kyle.
Yep. Addictive.
Thanks, Meg.