Another Bad Day At The Morgue

Well, fuck, everybody’s dead,

Every Body.

Nobody’s loving. Everybody’s rotting,

insofar as they’re able to rot,*

Poor little microbes wiping away tears:

For the love of Pete, let us at it!

I remember in Peter Mathieson’s book, The Birds of Heaven,

people in the Himalayas took their dead up the mountain

and chopped them to pieces, and set them out for the birds.

A variation was to take them downhill

and feed them to fishes in a fast stream.

So before very long they were back in the cycle

of life and death, and all was well.

So it is here if I take the long view.

It’s just getting past these very low days.

Perhaps they have them in the Himalayas too.

I bet they do.

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*Carolyn was in the body donor plan at the U of A.