a Place of Many Sights

When his existence seized in his prime
The mortuary hosted us
Many functions to freezing plants
beyond stocking and freezing beer.
His still remains in that cold bier!

From freezing plant of chilly morgue,
his freshness,starture,looks;all gone,
borne to that grimly cheerless home
Ambient sound of wailing lost souls,
I presumed would be heard-but none!
Rather deafening silence,broken
intermittently by chirping crickets

A repository of lost souls
Sheltering crippled souls' smothered hopes
Once bubbling motley wombed subsoil,
silenced in eternal repose

Carnage victims massly buried
The faithful demagogue lay numb
beside his deprave predecessor
The beauty queen that shocked the world
denied the gleatz of peagent throne
The cruel villain with blood-stained hands
lies amongst the souls he silenced

The cenotaphed ill-omened soldiers
stone-dead to peace-keeping missions
The famed protest writer denied
his pen and his forest of books
The activist's piecing tongue
heroic speeches,struggles....dead!

The mortician even lies there
Thousands he'd laid couldn't rescue?
The ill-fated pristine couples
still honeymoon pleasures subsoil?
The famed prostitute epitaphed
"Good riddance our dearest harpy
our hearts ache still with pains you wreaked"

The king that shook and moved the world
mutely he lies stone's throw to slaves
The opulent man's golden grave
behind the wretched mendicants
eminence blind in face of death

why those littering unhelpful wreaths
ridiculous post-humous grace!