Profane

[Bonsai Ent]

Nobody who is anybody
shows up dead
to their own funeral

Dying is faux pas
In a resurrecting faith
It would be rude
At best
To make a display

Instead

There'll be tasteful packaging
Which we'll burn in wasteful flame
That cooks nothing
That heats
No one
Living

It will not be
As it should be
We will not give the corpse to the birds
(There is still good eating - you know? - Even on a grandparent)

I will not be allowed to offer incense
Or chant sutras
Or place a bottle of scotch on the altar
In case the sutras don't take

(They said they found you at night, searching for your bottle of scotch, which they'd hidden, for your health.
Found you upstairs in defiance of physics and medical advice)

Your body will not take the place of Buddha on the altar
For the day

Locked in a box while
A boy tells the lies
that sick men brought home
from the desert
That boy believes in eternity
As though we'd never dug gods
From the mud
in Egypt
Greece or Mexico

This boy in a frock
His barbarian rite
(that you'd mock, as you'd mock my own incense and sutras)
It's scant training for what lies
Ahead
You'll say something inappropriate
Or racist
To black-faced Yama
(They let anyone in these days!)

You're always inappropriate

I'll stand
Apostate
in a church
Sing perjurious hymns
In a suit
(and by the way I look ****ing ridiculous in a suit)
saying it was a lovely service

If you were here
You'd profane
This bastard pantomime

[Delta40]

I really liked this - especially the revealing lines:

(They said they found you at night, searching for your bottle of scotch, which they'd hidden, for your health.
Found you upstairs in defiance of physics and medical advice)

[Bonsai Ent]

Thanks, Delta40

Glad you liked it