Death...(to Cat)

[Pseudomuse]

Death...(to Cat)

Everyone is ironic in the afterlife
With Anubis and his Jackal
Head cackling like a
Pagan amidst
A cauldron brew 
All flesh melts and its
Just your soul
Here
For nothing is
Constant ‘cept the 
River Styx
                                                                       
                   And the Boatman

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Everything you’ve done
Has no standing
King or Pawn

We’re all in the same box now

Watch as Orpheus beloved in his musicprose
Weeps at

BeautyEurydice

From this breach in the fabric of the being
Each of us is

Andromache

Helpless with waiting for

BelovedHector

Only to have stifledhope shattered
Bled red into the abyss with

babeless sons

Even

Horus
(with his wings of gold)

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Passes with mistletoe into
This realm of the dead

No one is really powerful here
For thought is repetitivesoliloquys
Akin to

Hamlet

Though we are all

Ophelia

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Everyone is ironic in the afterlife
Because no matter what you say or do
Remembrance is hollowed only for

the holy
and
the wicked

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Forgetting is a humanskin most obvious
In Death
Where

We’re all in the same box now

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Drinking drivels
Are

Anubis

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Who has traded cards with

Hades

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Latency pending by the River
Noting the irony that lostsouls eject
(two coins for each eye, please)
(or watch forever from the otherside)

Everyone is ironic in the afterlife
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[ScarletMornings]

Oh my God. That was amazing. I loved it, all the allusions were perfect and it was so interesting. Wonderful. Freakin' a that was wonderful. *ponders* *gasps* i do believe i'm jealous!!!!!

[Pseudomuse]

danke danke...this poem is written to my very good friend Cat, she and I were in Creative writing together and she said "everyone is ironic in the afterlife" and voila the poem just came to me. glad you like it. she likes it too. and on that note so do i.

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[ScarletMornings]

well, i should think so.