Spooky Duppy

He was the only one from the house of the dead at the cemetery and he scared the living daylight out of other guests at the funeral shuffled in rigor mortis and reaped a few condescending remarks How dare he wield the scythe in his sick hand as if he was real All the other mourners were dressed in white clothes and offered eulogies so distorted that none recognized the deceased woman who hence appeared to be an apparition hallucination and phantom but he stood tall a few yards away from the expensive marble tomb Wreathed and writhing she convulsed in her gold-plated coffin tore the silk and satin lining in post mortal agony and disapproval Those greedy bigots are shameful to pretend sorrowful everlasting love they never took me seriously when I rejected their anger and wrath I cannot breathe with such onslaught of hellfire and false tears thought I had got rid of their dishonesty and dispassionate lies Finally I could rest in peace and savour kindness and solitude and then they spoil this moment and desecrate my final transition Fortunately the ghost was for real and dispersed the demonstration of counterfeit sadness cast a spell on the congregation had arranged for water cannons tear gas and slurry and wielded jolly good canisters of pepper spray to give them comeuppance and something to cry about They did not know yet what she had decreed in her last testimony made them wait for after the burial to prolong avarice and suspense and delayed the opening of her will until one of them killed off the rest Call it assisted and advanced suicide in the name of seeking the truth 18th February 2021