Finally: a draft is done

Eulogy: Inhale (Hansha's Revenge)

(narrative style to Chopin's Piano Sonata in Bb minor)

the dirge did emerge, not too fast, arrived from the Quarter's deep depths,
gone then before them to what lie there ahead ~

~ exhale

a river rising above it's gnarled banks, the dead apprising,
small kami midst their ranks whisked away in its Hellish vortex

inhale ~

dead and lovely, a sigh, a girlish fart, danse cumbia y ko ko luce,
humanity's stank before the mast, now, walk the plank

"Muertos , Assaulto, Assaulto!!"

on the very day, one yet to be, twixt twilight's been and past ~

~ exhale

so suck it up, then ban all art, don't dare forgo old black jack,
our master, [we desirous] his disaster, [we inherit] even the Pope,
and all the Kings, as dear, wee Cyrus draws his knife

inhale ~

together now [never, how?!] . . . can we forgive . . .
feet dragging, pain nagging, delicious, pernicious
how absurd this lover's march?
`

then one last breath, we dead poets and drum and fife

I've found within the darkness
an existential angst
a weakness in my fingers
these edits attest to that
dallied in the scarcity
further altitudes of air
conjured up a coffin
that really was not there
to carry me will it bury me?
a question most won't bear
if I resolve to anything
its that death is only fair


Moanin' Charles Mingus