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Such a Dream
~Such a Dream~
Had a dream I was lying in a deep, open casket
in a funeral parlor. I wasn't dead,
but felt very comfortable there.
Once in a while I would hear people come into the room.
They would be talking. I hoped they weren't talking about me.
I didn't want to be disturbed. It felt so good
lying in the coffin. Four walls around me rent free. No hunger.
No job. No cares. Flat on my back looking at the ceiling.
Free flowers. Free candle light. Free from having
to talk to people. All goes well. They just look down at me, smile,
perhaps wipe away a tear, expect no response, then leave.
The lid goes on
when I begin to stink.
Some brown guys dig a hole
and drop me into it. They have
eight more dreams to bury
before the weekend.
response
the desire for rest
vs the illusory fear of extinction
.. some remember in amazing detail some of their past lives
Although the subject matter
Although the subject matter is unpleasant for any poet to contemplate, you handle it with delicacy, irony, and humor. The last two lines are heartwrenchingly poignant.
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