A Feast with the Deceased By Jasen Sousa
A Feast with the Deceased
Ghosts gathering by a table eager to eat, figures that float and no longer walk on feet.
A supernatural last supper full of ghouls and goblins,
a spiritual situation, over dinner the dead discuss their damnation.
Those plagued with paranormal problems.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
The air exclusively eerie, the scenery so scary.
As food floats, you can see it funnel down transparent throats,
as the dead break bread,
these horrid hosts, these grim gruesome ghosts.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
The setting, unearthly upsetting,
on cemetery dirt they dine.
A graveyard feast for those who can never rest in peace,
they raise their glasses of wine dripping with slime.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
Eating flesh from bones while sitting in thrones shaped like tombstones,
hearing moans as they munch, gauntly grieving.
Eating off plates inscribed with dreadful dates,
meditating on their mysterious meaning.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
Dwelling over dessert, those who hopelessly hurt.
Bits of bodies baked into a cobweb cream cake,
they cannot blow out the candles flame until they are reincarnated with a new name,
fatally frosted with their future fate.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
Dinner has ended, in the air these lost souls suspended.
Every moment is their last meal
and just like they were never here, these demons deceptively disappear.
Creatures without a care vanishing into the midnight air, these spirits set sail.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)
Ghosts gathering by a table eager to eat, figures that float and no longer walk on feet.
A supernatural last supper full of ghouls and goblins,
a spiritual situation, over dinner the dead discuss their damnation.
Those plagued with paranormal problems.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
The air exclusively eerie, the scenery so scary.
As food floats, you can see it funnel down transparent throats,
as the dead break bread,
these horrid hosts, these grim gruesome ghosts.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
The setting, unearthly upsetting,
on cemetery dirt they dine.
A graveyard feast for those who can never rest in peace,
they raise their glasses of wine dripping with slime.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
Eating flesh from bones while sitting in thrones shaped like tombstones,
hearing moans as they munch, gauntly grieving.
Eating off plates inscribed with dreadful dates,
meditating on their mysterious meaning.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
Dwelling over dessert, those who hopelessly hurt.
Bits of bodies baked into a cobweb cream cake,
they cannot blow out the candles flame until they are reincarnated with a new name,
fatally frosted with their future fate.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
Dinner has ended, in the air these lost souls suspended.
Every moment is their last meal
and just like they were never here, these demons deceptively disappear.
Creatures without a care vanishing into the midnight air, these spirits set sail.
This is a feast with the deceased,
raise your glass to those who passed and give a ghostly toast, REST IN PEACE.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)