When remembering, and dismembering, the dead
Posthumous punishment, and harm, can spread
So man, for your crimes
You’ll die three times
So just hope, and pray, it’s your loved ones, who put you to bed
That said…
Your first death is when your collapsed body, stops, ‘utility‘, functioning
Your second death is when it’s ‘launched‘, burned or buried in the ground
Your third death is when someone, ‘or thing‘, says your name, for the very last time
So, you’ll wait here in this, ‘wet-lab‘ lobby, ‘til your final death comes around
We just remember your name
To keep you in the game
Electrons are sent fizzing
To the jar, your brain, is in
Tickling your neurons
‘Back to life’, once again
You sought fortune, not fame
But, we’ll remember your name….
Yet, your intellectual accomplishments
We’re clearly insufficient to merit
The preservation, and respect, of your name
Others are bound…. to inherit