and the show must go on...
Change the channel ...
that low buzz, buzz,
that bell that buzzes
burrowing beneath bone
that slow burn beneath
the skull as they file in, bow
heads, sign to each other,
murmur sugar smiles -
this sea of black cloth over
shifting bodies, seated in
style of the living come to
buzz as the ground bursts
into the void - they lowering
the plain pine box - as she
stares - a small fly in the vast
Universe wrapped in a seemly
daughter disguise - staring,
beseeching in silent scream -
Change the channel ....
Change the damn channel ...
please.
