Dream Macabre

My imagination ran shamelessly amok last night While I slumbered in beaded sweat, askance that I would Be peddling ornate coffins to the absurdly rich, then Second handing them to poorer souls for paltry profit. After black-draped mourners departed for sumptuous feasts I heaved their unboxed tuxedoed beloved into the pit And shoveled them over head to foot with yellow clay. No shame ensuing, I wiped down the shiny satin interior Erasing telltale vestiges of the recently deceased occupant Loaded the ornamental bronze, a considerably less-weighty box, Into the back of my somber black Cadillac hearse And laughing lustily sped away…, then I awakened. Poem received a N/A in the It Feels Surreal Contest