in death

i.

in death we shit only soil
it’s our daily diet of darkness
the hours and minutes are meaningless
light is but a distant memory
we feel the tickle of worms
wending their way between our bones
the weight of the world pressing down on our silence
a grave and lonely eternity

ii.

after that it’s everlasting
and you can never come back
not even on the tail of a comet
as a once in a millennium visitor
your memory will just keep on travelling
fading and fading and fading
until perhaps you reach the end of everything
or the beginning of something else

Tweeting from beyond the grave

dead poets
dead knowits
dead actors
dead artists
dead singers
dead guitarists
dead dodos
dead deities
dead revolutionaries
dead Rosemary's 
dead presidents
dead residents
dead ringers
dead gunslingers
Dead Kennedys
dead nobodies
dead celebs
dead corpses
dead doornails
dead ducks
dead whippets
dead snippets 
dead beats
dead tweets
from 
beyond 
the grave
(amazing how they manage 
their profiles and accounts)