Link to click to read death poems which are part of the literary writings in the book called THIS IS A PICTURE OF YOUR GOD: A HUGH COOK READER


Being dead
Is not an event.
There is no one
Handing out lollipops at the door.
As spectator sports go,
This one sucks,
Big time.
Being dead
Is a big blanding:
Everything tastes the same.
Once you've snuffed it
Bananas are neither ripe nor unripe.
Bananas are concept-negated,
A big gone,
Spooked off to Nowheresville,
And chocolate?
You can forget about chocolate.
Don't get no chocolate-flavored sprinkles on your cornflakes,
Not when you're dead.
Don't get no cornflakes.
Being dead
Attracts less than the minimum wage.
You thought this was a promotion?
Sorry, you were sold
A bill of goods.
Being dead
Lasts for eternity
But the age of the short poem
Is here
And our time is done.