Cartoon Pianos

Gravity falls on my head like cartoon pianos, Drawn by he who drops, Weights of ivory and ebony concertos, Whose sound on me won't stop. Heavier and heavier the pressure pushes, Down along my spine, As the falling instrument smears and smushes, Me into a powder crushed so fine. Like the alchemest whose legerdemain, Uses a mortar and pestle to press, Gravity's foot on me and remains, Like a cartoon piano, a weight in excess.