Now that he’s dead we can mess with his shit. We can dance really loud. We can holler and spit.
We can carry him ’round. We can make him look silly, dress him up nice in girly-girl frilly.
We can poke out his eyes. We can cut off his nose, twist-off and break all his fingers and toes.
Now that he’s dead we can draw on his skin, give him a Clown face – a big stupid grin.
We can hang him outside for the vultures and beetles, shave his whole head and poke it with needles.
We can stuff him or shred him or chop him in chunks, then cook him and feed him to hobos and drunks.
Now that he’s dead, he’s starting to rot. Should we bury him now…or not?
But where is the joy? Where’s all the whimsy? There’s plenty to do while the corpse is still flimsy.
And when he goes stiff and gives off a smell, we’ll set him on fire and send him to hell.
He can’t hurt us now. It’s over and done, so now that he’s dead…..let’s have FUN!!
***This poem and image comprise the title page for ‘Chapter 6: Death,’ in our third book, “Bludgeon the Clown” which you can find by following the link above to www.sallemander.com., or go right to Etsy and search EEWbooks. -Marsha
