A Fine Saturday Afternoon

On a fine Saturday afternoon,

Meta congregation of corpses.

They talked about things

And they rebelled against things

Of what the living called, norms.

That fine Saturday afternoon,

They drank and they danced.

Till their morbid hearts

Fell off from their sleeves, and

Till their absent souls lit up like stars.

Ended one fine Saturday afternoon,

And they headed back to their epitaphs.

With lessons of love, regret, and infidelity

With stories of hope, faith, and promiscuity

And some secrets which they took to their graves.