Eulogy: Hansha's Revenge

(narrative style to Chopin's Piano Sonata in Bb minor)

~ inhale

the dirge did emerge, not too fast, arrived from the Quarter's deep depths,
gone then before them to what lie there ahead ~

~ exhale

a river rising above it's gnarled banks, the dead apprising,
small kami midst their ranks whisked away in its Hellish vortex

inhale ~

dead and lovely, a sigh, a girlish fart, danse cumbia y ko ko luce,
humanity's stank before the mast, now, walk the plank

"Muertos , Assaulto, Assaulto!!"

on the very day, one yet to be, twixt twilight's been and past ~

~ exhale

so suck it up, then ban all art, don't dare forgo old black jack,
our master, [we desirous] his disaster, [we inherit] even the Pope,
and all the Kings, as dear, wee Cyrus draws his knife

inhale ~

together now [never, how?!] . . . can we forgive . . .
feet dragging, pain nagging, delicious, pernicious
how absurd this lover's march?
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then one last breath, we dead poets and drum and fife