Thank God The Grave Is Sound Proof

Hair even grows long after death
tasteless red finger nails lengthen
nervous atheists grinning for years
old clothes stay in fashion at least
until resurrection's summer shows.

Watches insist on time
diaries demand the days
flesh lined coffins vibrate
mental cases full of chalk.

Turning under a new leaf
spinning in the chamber,
a blank pretence of belief
is loaded, aimed & shot.

Thank God the grave
is made sound proof
even if the soul is not.



John G.Hall(C)2004