a joke.

so they said.

but lying there in my coffin,

i began to wonder if perhaps

the humour lost its way

instead of the axe true,

not amused here, a corpse.

small.

they used my name.

in their stories, as themselves.

pay her.

i did not know why they brought

coins and spices.

i cannot laugh and i hear sobs above -

but they tell me

it is a joke.

how they chase me through the streets:

bend. they shrieked.

if you run they chase you.

if you stop: axed.

ha. ha. wai.

ⴲ.