Sonnet VII: Habeas Corpus;
You Shall Have the Corpse
©2012, Olan L. Smith
T’was not so long ago in days of yore
Attended we our noble departed
To assure their soul’s passage―heaven’s door,
But now cadavers lay empty hearted
Put stored away [professional’s decor
Of bloody sheets] our blackened sins robust
So, now we yearn for more appalling gore;
Cadavers … habeas corporal lust?
Retreat, in treachery and fear their sight
Abolish death as we are solely plague,
And who is not ashamed of their affright
This day? Travails into the dank so vague,
Oh, how we fear our demise upon stage,
Undo our heart, release us from this cage.
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Sonnet VII; Habeas Corpus
PoetryAn English sonnet focusing on how we no longer watch over the body of a deceased family member as we live in a world where corpses are whisked away by professionals. This ritual (vigil) was a safe guard to assure rodent didn't have feast and to as...
