Mark R Slaughter


Disingenuousness - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011










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Comments about Disingenuousness by Mark R Slaughter

  • Rookie Corey Haddock (11/23/2012 5:02:00 PM)

    I understand what you're saying and totally agree. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Shireen Ramadan (7/16/2012 3:27:00 AM)

    I loved that, it visualise the moribund effect of demise which is very doom (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 18 Points Far Lapenna (6/16/2012 12:33:00 PM)

    Very original, yet at the same time it seems to date by centuries, very good (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 3, 2012