Where are all the dead people? Why don't I ever see them? They keep them tucked away out of sight They know I'm scared to death of my own mortality They want me to focus on other things Like cell phones, cable television, and sports Some go into the ground Some go into an oven Neither sounds too great to me Being trapped under six feet of earth sounds hellish So does being burnt till there's nothing left but ash So what should be done with the meat suits? My answer would be that we live forever After awhile it would be crowded There have been over 110 billion people who have lived on the earth So I guess I don't have the answer The good news is when I'm dead I won't care either way
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
Reading a book called Smoke Gets In Your Eyes. It is about a woman's job as an operator of a crematorium.
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