it’s not funny

it’s not funny

it’s funny this taste

this thin flavour  of nothing 

how can emptying taste of anything at all

even the taste of thinness is surprising

how  at life’s end

the memories are infinite

yet minuscule 

foresightedness misty

tasteless in the turning over

everything substantial becoming a meringue  

where only the frozen bubbles are to taste 

funny how it’s not funny to lose one’s taste 

when anything at all would be better than nothing

but nothing is the only menu at the last supper

tastelessness in extremis mortis

it’s not at all funny