The Body After Death Poem by Hebert Logerie

The wreath
Is worthless
After death
The body
Is powerless
It is a nihil
Neither yours nor mine
I dare not rhyme with this animal
Man is evil
And is always wrong and ill
Life and death
Are both sensitive
And incomprehensible.

The once strong body
Is now deceased
Full of disease
Today it became a thing
Covered with roses and throngs
And with sprinkled incense
The blood is missing, gone
And does not flow
This is the end; this is the last blow.

Man is ungrateful and naughty
Just like vicious rats
And fat cats
Yesterday, the living body
Was president, admiral
King, pope, general
Executive, marshal
Champion and scientist
Hence, it’ll go through an unimaginable process
It will live like a tormented and sadistic artist
Deep below the land
In a chaotic mess
Beneath the slippery sand.


The body after death
Is worthless
And powerless
Look at the starving dogs
Now they are chasing the wild hogs
And the wreath
They feel stronger now
In summary
They are after their best friends
And are oddly behaving like fiends
Who no longer bow
They are searching for the body
Which used to be strong and mighty.