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a massive explosion:
it was the event of the decade,
as thousands, well maybe only hundreds
were plunged into the Great Unknown,
their metaphorical flames extinguished.

past went the burdened hearses
as men clad in black intoned verses

it's funny, though, 'cause it's not really real
a joke, a farce;
the preachers are costumed actors,
the mourners, paid masses.
even the flowers are plastic,
and the graves? not so grave
[cemetery – by night, necrophiles' playground]

at least that's what i think.

hah,
i wonder what they'll say when i'm
on my deathbed.
["what a fucking wannabe intellectual cynic"]
or maybe i won't have one,
maybe i'll die in a totally unexpected and
spontaneous way.
maybe i'll be more recognized in death than in life.
(now wouldn't that be funny?
yes, in a sad way)