The discontinuous
English life
As soon as you die
Everything goes

To the sale
To the tip
To the bonfire
The council rules
That nothing stays
They need everything
Cleared away

To the sale
To the tip
To the bonfire

Even the body
Of the one you love
Is cleared away
By the cold hand shove

To the sale
To the tip to the bonfire

Relatives who pick
And peck at remains
Are left with emptiness
And grieving pains

As everything you knew
Of husband and wife
Gets quickly discarded
By this
English life

You go to the morgue
More like a thief
As if you were stealing
Your own memories

From the sale
The tip
And the bonfire

To break from the past
In a thunderbolt smash
Into your life
Your love, your past
That goes to the ale
The tip
The bonfire

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

14 thoughts on “Discontinued”

      1. I do not think it is specifically English or American; I think it’s just the most common outcome. And you know what – I believe that most of the material remains of our lives have to go. That’s how I feel about my life. When I die, I want most of it to be gone, except for probably a small number of things of historical values. I hope that some of my thoughts will survive 🙂 because I believe in a noosphere more than in the material world. But if not, it’s OK, too. I want my story to stay, that’s why I am writing about all my life story stuff. Not because it is so significant, but because I know how fast history disappears, and I know that people are curious. But the rest of my life belongs to the bonfire, most definitely. Actually, neither my husband nor I do not want to have graves. We want our aches to be disbursed into the universe.


          1. Time will tell 🙂 whether my writing is any good. After all, I am not a native speaker, and in the actual-real book we are writing now, my daughter is touching each paragraph; at least that’s what she says.

            In any case, my point was that my writing is quite optimistic, and I do not see any sadness in it, while your writing is sad… maybe 75% of the time?


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