Fired back to the universe

The sign outside the church said
A fresh approach to funerals.
I imagined the bodies of loved ones
popped in rockets and fired back to the universe.
I imagined a rollercoaster hearse,
a Live At The Apollo eulogy, a Nando’s wake.
I imagined hologram gravestones, BBQ cremations,
an Order of Service not made in Microsoft Word.
I imagined a corpse on a bouncy castle, ball-pit coffins,
climbing frames made from rib bones.
I imagined He was such a sweet lad
balanced with every mistake he ever made.
I imagined them not happening at all.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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