What does this old carcass
have to do with you, who
used to be so young and cute?
Whose skin is this they
wrapped you in? When
does the funeral begin?
The tall, ceremonial
mirror suggests a great
occasion awaits. Let it wait.
Who wants to lie in state?
I still don’t understand why
my dead friends don’t come around.
Dying’s one thing, but staying dead is
hard to comprehend. What’s so great
about being underground?
I guess that’s what religion’s for,
to keep hope alive for the afterlife.
Guess I’d better run down to the store
And get me some. And maybe pick up
a six-pack as well. Probably in the same
aisle. On second thought,
I think I’ll skip the religion, just get the
beer, and in the future, stay the hell
away from mirrors.
