MANY VOICES
#poem #death

May we attend the funeral please,
for our sweet sister?
Nibble a bit upon her vacant flesh.
The foxes, the dear little foxes.
Mais oui, mais oui, the funeral, please,
for our sweet sister.
Mais oui, nibble a bit
upon her tender flesh.
Her day is over.
He’s digging a hole in the ground for me.
He’s digging a hole in the ground for me
and singing a song of sweet “I love you’s”
all the while he digs.
(minimizing his own discomfort)
Mais oui, nibble a bit
upon her vacant flesh.