Of the dead, nothing but good is to be said ~ Wednesday, July 22, 2026

De mortuis nil nisi bonum dicendum est

Deliberate as a jury on death
eternity seems a really long time

maybe to celebrate in this moment
ordinary as it sounds, this one breath
remember to cherish all that you see
tune in to the beautiful as a crime
understand inequality, consent
in the duplicity, the grotesque lies
seen but unrecognized as not beauty

not the good or the true, so much sorrow
in this world, this heartbreak, workers unite
line up in a queue, a perfect arrow

nothing in this world is perfect, despite
intelligent mathematicians and spies
solving problems, creating solutions
in a world focused on entertainment

beauty, health and wealth as means to an end
obviously glamor, as conclusions
noted to what is random, the given
understanding life in itself, how spent
many feel during the work week, to bend

down and clean shit from the pavement, your dog
in a nutshell, how lucky, the raven
count your blessings with both hands as you pray
each day and night before you go to sleep
never seeing, the raven, as they say
decidedly watches without a peep
unlike a squirrel that quarrels with Bóg
mi świadkiem, God as my witness, an oath

everyone knows but no one says, c'est triste
some believe and some hear an atheist
to celebrate and cherish, some are loathe