you are now one up with your best smirk
and you are military-stiff and high in air,
on other shoulders that will be later stiff.
other shoulders will have turn to go stiff
and to be comical on yet other shoulders
and the hilarity will go on uninterrupted.
you are rigid and stiff on other shoulders
and in a funny movement up and down
while the shoulders breath up and down.
your feet journey all the way to the worms
whither they are bound , quite hilariously
while van dances funnily on the potholes.
you stare poetically at empty winter sky
hanging hilariously over you in your box.
worms will eat you up, quite hilariously.
(after reading Justin Boening’s conversation with late Max Ritvo : Death is actually very funny in Lithub)