Giggling During The Autopsy

The dark
broken
by crimson candle

as great bald Kurtz
stares grim-faced off the wall
bathed in beloved storm and malaria

Faust calmly lilts out of dusty
garage sale speakers

and a floor festooned by
empty root beer bottles
vintage 70's copies of Wrestling Review
and NRA pamphlets

If this is my cross
please bronze it
because
I want this to last forever.