My cousin Del was obsessed by death
Saw maggots playing on tattered shrouds
And scattered rib cages topped by meatless skulls
Feigning smiles to those who looked
Tulip blooms growing from the eye holes
Searching intently at a seemingly infinite sky
Relishing morbid scene after morbid scene
Enjoying the thought of lying in state
Amidst mourning kin and friends
A moment of recognition to be seized
A time to be honored and praised, no matter
Dispel the fear to be hollow of bone,
The dreaded loneliness of insensate existence,
The hardness of the fleshless,
The disconsolation of the ungrieved
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