Lofty Afterlife
Lo! Death resides atop that lofty hill
Expanse of Donn, the ruling god of death.
With eponymic marble monoliths-
Desideratum prodigality.
Profligacy! A lifeless lavishness
Which doesn’t make a damn difference
To the conquering worm. Your loftiness
In life, that once encompassing delight,
Is pallid, ghostly in your present stead.
Your measured qualifications decreased
In spite of your chiseled artifices.
Alas! Piteous mortuus somes
Your heighten tombs on top that highest mound
May be as close to heaven you may get.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009
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