Los Tangueros Poem by Percy Dovetonsils
Los Tangueros
It's a mistake
to cremate
the dead.
After they've been
down there a while
their eyes grow accustomed
to the dark.
They begin to smile,
to have a lark.
They stop feeling
so alone,
build underground homes,
have romances,
hold Saturday night
dances
six feet under.
And if by some blunder
somebody's arm, or head
falls off the dead,
is torn asunder,
they glue it back.
(spare body parts
they never lack)
and tango on.
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