Rattle On

Frozen dispute of the past

pulled past from out back

with the ice tong

it's all you can do to

avoid reanimation 

because the hauntology

of cryogenics - 

in person now, just seems

there is reanimating in real time, 

there's no death like

knowing we're all going to die

and so we pop the pill

biohack, 

explode out the ashes,

loudly proclaim

here it is I am the experiment

the cheat, the design, the 

thick wad of cash,

the back pocket bulging with change,

the dad galloping in the

car park

full of beans,

of shit

cryogenics just seems 

the past hooting that

no, it's the body melting,

see?

Skin seeming supple again,

glistening as it slides off

the alabaster

and pooling up,

it's the body melting,

not the ice,

it's macabre

we love it.