Crematorium

Did you know there is no fuel that can combust twice?
None but I.
Feel free to burn me again.
Toss me to the flames
In the hopes of profiting from the heat.
But I tell you now:
You’ll get no warmth from me.

When you shoot me with your darts
And, satiated, cease your murder
Don’t be surprised, when you return
For a reaffirming hug to make it all better,
To find my grinning corpse.

Death breeds death, your pedigree secure.
Our mortuary fills a bit every day.
Graves of memories defiled
Robbed of their richness
Left to rot a little bit more
So that just maybe they’ll return
Living once again, bright and vibrant.
My pale white bones inter that dream.
Now leave and feel my nightmare.

Try to wake, I dare you.
It doesn’t work, I’ve tried.
You made your coffin,
Now sleep in it.

Fossil fuels are made of the dead,
So this really isn’t that far of a stretch.
My only request is that as you watch me
Feeding the inferno that powers you,
You stop to smell the black roses
Dusted with still-warm ash.