A Funeral for Porn

Pornography died in its sleep
strangled by a comforting
as I passed in and out of a fever dream
helpless to watch
Nobody knew if it was really dead
but we buried it anyway
under its stage name

Later of course, it rose
undead
body parts falling
nails black from earth
coffin shattered
dragging itself slowly across the cemetery
past supposed lovers
moth-like toward a distant light
of innocence

We defend
smashing its head
with maxwell's hammer
a zombie death scene , of course, censored

in the interest of taste
and civilization
Let's just say, dear reader
.. rule number one:
double tap.

At last the monster fell
and the raid was tired
so we decided
to held the funeral at dawn
circled around
and watch it go up in flame

arm
leg
chest
dark circles where eyes had been
nails on its hands
black with earth
hanging by thin pieces of skin
red tongue
and shattered yellow teeth
glowing from the pyre
as the sparks fly upward
into chaos, and eros
and dark winged night