Obituum

Fonts of the dead turned over,

caskets in reverse–

play with death upon the wood.

 

Dress them in bridal rags,

never married–

your rendition,

coat their sins in layers of monotany.

 

Let their makeup run perversely,

wild–

into pockets of flesh fountains fearful,

dance with dolly

in fresh masquerade of skin

and wrinkled femurs.

 

Count the green veins turned blue,

wisps of oxygen seeped through the nose

in continuous manipulation

of tissues and variance.

 

Carve initials into stone,

flick loose fingernails of blood and cream–

finalize the Obituum,

respecting done.