hearsery

built right into the breathing process
mobius strips so much like nooses
line the uncertain gallows with delusions
nobody’s taller than the length of the rope

the executioner ties the knots with care
the lifeline bears a tag to oblige:
cut me

the victim always revisits
the scene of the murder
so will every single one of us

and then they’ll come to take us away

hearses on display in neat rows
decorations for lives running out
halfway homes to the incoming slates
comfortable like a pair of arms
like beds – waiting, hungry for more sleepers

the autopsy report is where you begin
the morticians are be your caregivers
someone will be with you in a while

the gravediggers take their sweet time
shaping the holes to fit their needs
make your bed so you can lie in it

hearses on display in neat rows
decorations for lives running out
halfway homes to the incoming slates
comfortable like a pair of arms
like beds – waiting, hungry for more sleepers

and then they’ll come to take us away…

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