Thursday, 24 April 2014

Little Things

The littlest things mean a lot is often said
and how true when you are dead and gone
for how long and wide the plot    matters
when you are squashed beneath the sod –
how undignified. 

Tis not only mourners cried –
pallbearers too with body pains
and aches as they undertake
delivery to your god
and crumble under the weight of it –
of you. 

So what to do? 

Sutton Bridge and Wingland PC have it all worked out;
PC they are and recognise your need
of a greater place of rest; best interests
served for those demised deemed supersized
and indeed for those who bear the load,
your place, your last abode
will not be far in those green fields,
but near as dammit by the road.

Little things mean the most.

Anna :o]

Björn at dVerse has us writing poetic journalism and above is my effort, based on this article that appeared in today’s The Telegraph.  Thanks for the inspiration Björn.

Image:  Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Author: Dennis Turner


Brian Miller said...

supersize graves for obese people...or if you want to lie back in comfort once you are gone...ha...oh my...nice irony in the title as, does it really matter? smiles.

Linda said...

Lovely, and loving, poem. Everyone needs such little things.

kkkkaty said...

Sweet....some don't wish to be buried because of the dark...and so hit the nail into the coffin, Anna.

Claudia said...

oh heck... i agree with bri on the irony in the title as well... ha... you sometimes wonder about the ideas some people come up with

ayala said...

There is an irony in this and the title. Nicely done.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Love the irony in the title. We should all be able to rest comfortably in our place of final rest :)

Sumana Roy said...

nice lines about little things!!

Kamana said...

i fully agree. little things mean the most.

Anonymous said...

"for those demised deemed supersized"
Great phrase. Good argument for cremation. Wonder if they have a fuel surcharge for supersized- : )

Heidi said...

This is brilliant, Anna.

^.^ said...

I scattered my baby daughter's ashes in the atlantic ocean a year after she passed ...
could not bear ... her being on one of these american cemetaries ... sorry, this might be beside the point ... Love, cat.

Björn said...

So much not thought of... Super sized graves... Wonder if there's a premium to be paid..

Anonymous said...

Great take on the prompt. Great irony in "Little Things"...especially when it comes to big corpses.

rallentanda said...

Ha...this reminds me of Evelyn Waugh " The Loved Ones" There is a certainly a market for the one size fits all expandable coffin:)

The Bizza said...

Love the clever wordplay here as you deftly lampooned a morbidly bizarre story.

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