The denouement of an odd farce,
Chose an odd hour to intrude.
Distressed voices, aghast and irate,
Sought reason and closure, but to no avail.
For they were subdued by a greater silence,
That seemed to say -
“Death is the epilogue,
That lends a semblance of meaning-
To life, the absurd drama.
Shun not but hail the inevitable,
And grieve not but envy them,
Whose toils are now but things of past.
Now, water your brains, **** your hearts!
Amuse yourself as you please and merrily rot!"
The enlightened crowd silently dispersed,
And decayed happily ever after!