FUNERAL PLAN
they keep
phoning me
to sell me
funeral plans
somehow they got
my number give me
their spiel
so want
a “yes” for an
answer
but as death
capitalism goes
nothing here
strikingly imaginative
deeply inventive
not
a single offer
of a burning on
a pyre
compressing into
a diamond, exotic
ship burial
talk of
days in Elysium
drinking pure ambrosia
flying through
the clouds eagle-
winged to
commune with
the Great Spirit
on take
the escalator down to Hades
consoling Orpheus
swopping tunes
lovely threesome with
his darling Eurydice
or
speaking of wings,
winged helmet things,
being
swept up to
Valhalla in
the arms of a Valkyrie
there to eat
meat, drink mead and
do
my Viking thing
wondering why
I
denied myself
such wicked joys
believing saintliness supreme
kind of life
and mode
of being
a host of Valkyrie
working on me
doing all it
takes
to shift that perception
now that
is what
I would call
a funeral plan
poems 2 die for 