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.