The Most Egregious Crook

My loved ones have not died - they await me!
Down beneath the conniving dirt of the cemetery.
Or deceptively placed behind cold marble slate,
in the Mausoleum - where I left them,
convinced that they had met their last fate.

But Death is the most egregious crook!
Which is why I’ll dig them all up and have another look.
Our time together, I don’t believe it has concluded.
Grandmother! Cousin! Brother! Dearest Friend!
I know “morticians” and “medicine” have colluded.

So, I’ll rip open your caskets and expect to see,
In each, nothing but big smiles just waiting for me.
And we’ll dance and we’ll sing and pay no mind,
to the nauseating breeze or the insulted crows,
sick with envy to see that we know - how to leave Death behind.

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