Party of the Dead

by flammeusgladius

The Party of the Dead

 

(for Beth Collins)

 

“If there’s a rock and roll heaven,
Well, you know they’ve got a hell of a band….”

 

–Alan Earle O’Day

 

Invited to the Party of the Dead,

The living really don’t know what to wear.

They can’t conceive of how they will be fed.

They wonder if the watchful dead will stare.

Death is a state they do not wish to share.

Death is a song they do not wish to sing.

Death implies damage way beyond repair.

The Party of the Dead ain’t promising.

The preacher poet asked: “Where is thy sting?”

The living, though, aren’t typically persuaded.

For most of us, courageous posturing

Betrays a confidence that’s up and faded.

Don’t nail your thinking, people, in a box!

The Party of the Dead, it’s certain, rocks.

 

 

 

–Tom Riley