Parade of Death

I have heard of similar analogies; riding the train of life, or the conveyor belt of life. Perhaps a parade would be more enjoyable; certainly more so than the conveyor belt. So imagine when you die; “you got to fill out a form first, and then you wait in the line”. This is a line from the Paul Simon song “The Afterlife”. I like the way you formatted your poem, as if a parade of words down the page. Nice write!

Wow… I’m speechless. No worries, in a good way. From the symbolism, to the subtle repetitiousness of every day that really drives your point home. It feels like a death parade, every day. We are just biding our time until we reach that final destination..

Such a morbidly beautiful write, Cipher. xx
~P.G💋

Powerfully penned, Cipher. This poem would turn goat piss into gasoline. Old Blues Brothers reference. lol. Phenomenal write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Outstanding piece of poetry Cipher_O. Great work here. Marvelously dark & wicked.

I like your unique style. There’s definitely a melancholy flavor to this piece, conveying a certain boredom and routine existence plodding along to the last. Let’s make it a parade! Suck in the helium!

Dear C,

For me there is this terrific buzz of kinetic energy that excites the reader to envision an actual parade yet, the main character is going through the motion of everyday living with a sense of apathy almost. As though we’re going to make it but pinching our way through. I really enjoyed this write. H🌷