I don't hold much with memorial poems for the dead-
I mean, at least give them something they can really use;
Like a new Styrofoam wreathe, with some hideously colored
Plasticine flowers, for a start,
And maybe some fertilizer, for some real Spring wildflowers.
Some marble stone cleaner, to clear away that old mold.
A video camera, so they can see outside again, or microphone;
They can listen in to all that live weeping, over the grave.
Camera footage of their one and only funeral service.
A free ticket for some water from Lourdes, in hopes of a miraculous reanimation-
God is always looking for new exposure opportunities, isn't he?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so unique, I just have to like it!