bodies on bodies
• Written by wasp
wasp's Notes
exercising, practicing
the morgue got a two-for-one special we stacking em deep
coroners overtime they clocking six figures to sleep
the chalk outlines hold hands where the pavement got passionate
bullet holes whisper sweet nothings where the skull fragments decorate
the river swollen thick with last meals and unanswered prayers
floaters wave hello with wrists still wearing their snares
the casket industry booming like the stock market crash
gravediggers unionized they demanding hazard cash
the funeral home got a drive-thru for the grieving on xans
viewing rooms smell like febreze and abandoned plans
the obituaries scrolling like tweets on a bleeding screen
trending tags for the deceased got the likes looking obscene
the crematorium humming like a bakery at dawn
ashes packaged pretty with the "best dad" plaques still on
the mass graves dancing waltzes when the moon pulls the tide
forensic teams betting on which jawbone tells the best lies
the suicide forest got a gift shop selling last breaths
tourists taking selfies where the hanging ropes flex necks
the ICU beeping out Morse code for the already gone
flatlines singing lullabies to the newborns next ward
the warzone mass graves blooming like springtime tulips
mass shooters signing autographs in the brain matter residue
the genocide buffet got second helpings for the brave
cannibal politicians licking fingers clean on CNN
