Our grandpa there is awaiting the Big trip up yonder
In the meanwhile we are sleeping near the bathroom
Consuming the elixir from the 21st bottle in the shelf.
Our family is lying here in a pile of bodies in this hall
Our body parts hardly distinguishable from one another,
Our individual bodies fighting other’s separate bodies.
We are dreaming of the daybed in our separate bodies.
Our dreams in the day are mostly about sleep in the night.
We live and dream constantly near the smelly bathroom.
We are not afraid our grandpa will cut us off in his will
He is awaiting his Big Trip while we dilute his elixir.
Up there it is cold and freezing but we do not grow old.
We want him to call it a day leaving the daybed for us
Or call it a night leaving the night-bed for us ,if you like.
We fight each other’s bodies in this “humon”gous pile
But the cops soon come and get us in our individual cells .
Our cells have even a separate washbasin for our hands
We are now dreaming of solitary cells that have windows
We put on our best behavior and cooperate with the cops
Who threaten to release us from our cells all the time
We request the cops please,please do not let us out
We have to watch the fifty feet T.V over family bodies
O no! Not again,we cry out from our respective cells.
( A short story titled “The BIg Trip Up Yonder” by Kurt Vongut :Please read the short story here :http://freelit.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/vonnegut-two-stories1.pdf )