Epitaph

O Great Satan
Take this perforated soul
(It was scarcely used)

“Do you see,” it said, my soul
“How the body, even in repose,
Even with poetry
Is just a war grave?”

We’re sorry
All our lines
Are currently busy—
For Satan press one…

“Just park the thing here,”
Says Charon,
“Someone will come out…”

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto