Among the Dead

He was a known drunkard
Master of Gin, Conqueror
Destroyer of bottles, 
Inspector, Brew manager
Navigator, Field Marshall
were his titles and honors.

One day he took too much
and fell on the way home
His wife heard he was helpless,
Half dead, half alive, half nothing
She was tired and wanted him sane
It was Palm Sunday evening
To the mortuary she took him;
at day- break he woke up
and saw dead bodies  all over
“I am among the dead!
Did I die,; Is this hell; Where is this”?
he asked quietly
He kicked the door and run out
Dogs barked and birds that were
so much scared flew away fast.
All persons hospital took cover

For the first time some people run
life was dear “Corpse, corpse on the run”,
they shouted., but the corpse
sped towards the  unknown.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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