Thursday, February 27, 2014



Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Happy Birthday


Today is your birthday
may the celebration
last the whole year through.
May everyday be filled
with surprises just for you.
May fortune perch upon your door
and never fly away.
May you be granted all your wishes
and may they all come true.
Now there is one last thing to say

2 August 2009

For everyone on their Birthday