Mortuary Nights
What Dreams Remain, What Last Meal Reminds

As morgue gurneys roll —
Bodies from refrigeration to hereafter,
Chyme and bile movement continue,
Despite death's finality, and
Enter enteric explosive environments,
Forfeiting, otherwise inert, moribundity;
Galled, rigged-not mortis, in foul irritative humors,
Homeostatic happenstance of hidden heaving,
Intrepid indigestion via afterlife infatuation of
Juggernaut jetting of jejunal inflatulation
Kept fast in borborygmus, decompression sickness,
Lifelike, albeit deathly rude, and decaying sounds,
Mortality betrayed, animately noisy
Notorious, but not unheard; noxious but not unforeseen.
Olfactorily odorific, overloud
Perturbative disruptions of postmortem peace —
Quite malodorous, as well; death-
Rattles, reflexic, resounding and re-resounding, for enbalmers to hear,
Sibilant with gaseous foul escape, for morticians to smell;
Terrifying in stealthy ruminations,
Underestimating unscrupulous underworld powers,
Strength of purpose, sulfurous and
Terrible juggernaut
Underlying imminent undoing of ultrasonic unloosing,
Venting, voiding unavoidably, to those
Wretchedly witnessing what nightmares come wafting — those
Xenophobic preparers of our dead, distancing — nay!
Yearning for strategic escape — by
Zig instead of zag.
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (4)
I love how every line was almost a Tautogram on it's own! Brilliant take on the challenge!
Ugh. I can almost smell it. Almost.
Another great poem
Wow!!!