Chrome Coffin Waltz

Chrome Coffin Waltz

Neon hearses idling, engines purr like wolves,
window-tint reflections hide whatever sorrow holds.
Pallbearer ballerinas twirl in sequined grief,
dancing round a casket polished bright as disbelief.

Chrome coffin waltz on a ballroom of bones,
elegy in metal, dirge in dial tones.
Spin the dead forever under chandelier remorse,
chrome coffin waltz—decay with shiny force.

Undertaker DJ cues a requiem in steel,
footsteps click in tap-shoes made for dead-man appeal.
Corpses keep the rhythm with embalmer’s string and peg,
limbs obey choreography in rigor-mortis leg.

When the record crackles out, mourners lift their veils,
clutching souvenir sorrow in monogrammed nails.
Hearse doors slam percussion to dismiss the gilded gloom—
but echoes of the waltz haunt every after-room.

If grief demands a dance-floor, let mourning wear its chrome;
death is vain, and vanity will never die alone.