The Department of Forgiveness
is closed again
yet the dead clamor
for attention
and threaten
to become a mob
if enough of them
could lift their disgusting
bones from the earth
or whatever
curtain they’re
hidden behind
to play their discordant
symphony of demands.
It is a situation
I’d call tricky,
the odds
of anyone surviving
heavily against
given the number
of the dead
and what they want
despite
being ugly.