The Cackling Calamity of Calliope's Columbarium

She was very proud of the cleanliness of that room

and how when the light shown through the stain glassed ceilings,

there were never any rays of dust

They were comforting now

these lonely pillars

and they were her real friends

who never questioned her

who never saw her for her compulsions

But they were resenting that room and its keeper

after all, they had never asked for these shoe boxes

and this was less than the catafalques they imagined for themselves

They wondered why she was the author of their epitaphs

One by one across the aisles,

they read them back to each other

and scoffed at the peurile nature of the living

They giggled so hard that one day,

with Calliope front and center,

they shattered their little glass houses

and elbowed their way out for a grand tumbling

the tumble of all tumbles

And they blanketed that quarter with all their might

and they buried the childish Calliope

right then and there

sitting pretty

with the last of laughs