A Morbid Spoof, Post-Modern Poem by Ananta Madhavan
A Morbid Spoof, Post-Modern
What have you there, Sirrah?
The latest news,
And bad.
Who's dying now and where?
The dead are dying again,
For you.
What do you want me to do, Sirrah?
Where sackcloth and ashes and cry?
Die.
I have a right to live, Sirrah.
You have a right to
Dream.
What if I can't sleep, Sirrah?
Count a hundred sheep
Again.
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and negative forecasts of events and trends we observe
'in a world we never made'.
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