Speaking of the resurrection and death, wouldn’t it be interesting if we all had one last supper.

by on August 15, 2014 :: 0 comments

Nobody ever thinks about death in a supermarket.
I wanted to dance on a mountain top with you
before death found me and discussed my options.
As if I had spent hours walking down the aisles
and the canned goods weren’t the best partners.
I felt some identity issues amongst the vegetables
but the condiments and I had so much to talk about.
Picking death’s receipts in spices and dressing.
I wish death came as a three course meal.
Eating dinner with all the trimmings
ending with the dessert and a slow dance.
Finally a cognac and a long kiss goodnight
and it all begins with a trip to the supermarket.

editors note:

Canned consummation of life, special sale in condiments aisle; buy now! – mh

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