The
Grateful Dead
By Obsidian c.2013
God is good
God is merciful
to the dead
to those who have
died before their time
and are left to roam
a scorched & inhabited earth
as citizens
of the Great USA
& of the world
denizens of the departed
partying a little too loud
above the dens
of crowded bars
& Irish pubs
glasses held high
in a myriad of toasts
& braggadocio boasts
of how the glow has
left their eyes
eons
afore the founding
of the world
they brag out loud
@ poetry haunts
in metered poems
haikus
& yes!
iambic pentameters
curse verses for the dead
those flamboyant party animals
set about as traps
in your love-feasts
& soirées
keep your eye peeled
on them
for these are the fortunate ones
counted among the grateful dead
the departed
life of the parties
merrily saying all along
words like
we didn't start the fire
& it will go on
without us...
