L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

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[Note:  There is a funeral home in my family. This is a disclaimer. No one connected with it has ever engaged in the sort of activity I dreamed about in this poem. Actually, I must say that I'm quite proud of this poem, considering it one of the best, and funniest, I have ever written. I hope everyone who has not read it previously, will take this opportunity to do so.  Enjoy!]

Dream Macabre - a Repost

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.

reposted December 16, 2021
written December 8, 2020

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