A Dead March for a Funeral

By Mike DC Current

The procession came through today
It’s black and white and red all over
They said you looked amazing
But I just couldn’t look
No, I couldn’t look

Me all in black, you all in white
Feel as lucky as a two-leaf clover
And the clouds are telling me
I should have stayed in bed
But my bed is dread

Laid down, reposed
I suppose it was all just a matter of time
But if time doesn’t matter
If we could just stay here
Stay just like this
Stay like it matters

A crowd of people came to watch
Goats on the left; sheep on the right
A veil disguises your eyes
And this might be the time
When time is all we have left

Let the countdown begin
When the men will come in
To pick you up
To put you down
Exalt me to dirt 
Then lower me too
Pack me on, put me in
Make it last, make it hurt

These sentences are sentences
And it’s all senselessness
Would you come back

Take this stone, take this life
Take the time
Make what’s mine yours
Make what’s yours mine

And if I could take that cup
I’d drink it up
Till there was nothing left
Take the seed, claim the deed
Bring you back, breathe again
Take this breath, take this life

We’re all tightrope walkers 
on the edge of a knife
And then, light
Who cares 
through which window it breaks
Like the sun
and it’s understood
When I stand with you
It stands for everything
and everything 
is nothing
Without
you

 Mike DC Current is a former writer and lead editor for Mask and Cape Comics, a now-defunct independent comic book company that appeared at San Diego Comic-Con. He is querying his first novel, NPC: The Bard of Aztaeron. His writing reflects his neurodiversity and his background as a barista and a hardcore scene kid. As an autistic author, he appreciates stories with neurodiverse representation, and his writing reflects that. When not reading or writing, he loves exploring stories in video games, playing rock music with astounding mediocrity, and spending time with his family.