Play Handel’s ‘Arrival of the Queen of Sheba’
or ‘Zadok the Priest’.
As you enter the building
take a scoop of my ashes
and throw me in the guts of the stale church air.
Jump up on the altar and conduct like madmen.
Every one of you.
Dance however you like.
Drink whatever you please.
Kiss whomever you desire.
Don’t mope around,
stunned,
faces hung
like wet socks.
Smile —
you miserable bastards
— or I’ll haunt you
Anna Bonetti (Victoria)
An independent poetry journal. Watch your step.
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