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Going Out with a Bang

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They left what was left of him on white canvas walls
maroon and rouge plastered paint-spattered clots
in Rorschach design acrylic-crust drying
bits of brain that played games when alive.

They zipped him in a sack a human compost bag
rigor mortis-wobbling in black rigid plastic
yanked on a stretcher over tarry pavement cracks
past dry-eyed blank-faced neighbors.

He’d fantasized how the deed would go down,
paraded away through mourning congregations
that wept on shoulders and struggled to cope
as he passed in postmortem-chic robes,

resting in peace amid the procession
led by uniformed after-life servants
marching solemn in a moment of silence,
his memory exalted with honor.

“Nice,” said the medic holding his ID,
“organ donor.”

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You grasp the living world well in this

wickedwahine_69
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I love the blade that you took to human conceit and cut it away to show us the truth. Superb.

Joshua Hennen
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Stellar piece. The ending is both chilling and delightful. Not sure what that says about me.

Eric Lawson
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Thanks, much appreciated!

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