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Poetry By: Roisin Moriarty

Warning: explicit language. A poem written in anger

Submitted:Oct 10, 2006    Reads: 614    Comments: 6    Likes: 0   



A great day for funerals

For ringing bells to ward off evil spirits

For throwing out a dollar to buy off greedy gods

Congress should pass a law

Requiring soldiers to die on Friday

So all funerals could be scheduled for


My brother was buried today

He took a long time to die

Twenty-five years to be exact

He was given full military honors

Although no-one asked him

If he wanted to be buried with full military honors

On Sunday

I was magnificent at the funeral

Marching to the cadence of muffled drums

Sounding out taps with quivering lips

Carefully dropping tears on the lowering casket

O, I was at my most human

While burying my brother

I'm best at being a brother

I gong like an hysterical buoy

Signaling to all my brothers beware, beware of rocky funerals

We are members of the Mutual Masturbation Society

And there are a million men in me

Their signatures written on my soul

My father's son is dead

Long live my father's son

Live on to fornicate forever

Share a drink with me father

We may not love one another

But we can at least forgive one another

While celebrating my brother's heroic funeral

I'll never die

I shall ascend into heaven

With glorious angels

And rainbows of light

And all the people will wave byebye

From under their Sunday flags

Carefully dropping holy ash

On the heads of pink babies

While my mother

Smiling secretly

Conceives my brother


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