DEATH’S JEST BOOK

I am food for what I am good for – worms.

Too late or perhaps
too early not yet
in the First-Person
Peculiar instead
re-animation
of a corpse-corpus

Sins of the Father
have come visiting
here a dissection
of what might be true
folly in this craic
between syllables

This alchemy of
filthy creation
forensic thrillers
well-made and cooling
to the Doctor’s touch
are just the business

The remains (ghastly!)
tease and provoke us
into tragedy
as a fit response
or else the glee
of a squat cretin

Move along now there’s
nothing for you here
give us a laugh help
us to understand
life as an illness
the cure curare