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Crematorium
As a word it tastes good on the tongue
Buttery, yet not fattening
all irony, Greek or Latin
Now ashes, as a word, tastes like ashes
Fat salary
That`s how this finality translates to me
It gives my kids laughing fits
ungrateful little shits
Their worlds of make-believe bought by the bereaved
Screws and pins and bolts
never go up in smoke
It`s like the last line of a joke
and I get it
My wife can`t understand
why I`m calm, contented, and I am
She thinks life is hell
exactly why I feel compelled
to owe my clientele at least one happy life
From dust we come, to dust we go
in between we drift beneath some doors
There`s joy to crush your bones
tears to wash rounded stones
but not enough washing of the feet of whores