Uncle History likes to invite the dead to parties
Think Titanic before the berg
Ice cream in champagne, fois gras
And a whiff of doom…
Unlike in the movies
The deceased are just like
You and me
Though they laugh more
They laugh and laugh
All because they don’t fear death
The backwards parturition
Stays with them
And like Pablo Neruda
They cry out for more wine
More lobster
Its a once a year affair
Of course they wear masks
The dead must be equal
Planet of the Blind 