Schadenfreude

 Beyond the reach 

of tantrum

and heart-attack

there is a truth

more dignified 

and refined

than all the Joneses

in the world

can muster.

In heaps

upon heaps

of dead bodies

there rises

a sun

that wants nothing more

than to divvy its grandeur

to everyone.

A seizure

in the black void

of tomorrow’s hopes

leaves one vulnerable

in the aftermath

and less aware

of time.

When the skull breaks

and the brain

hemorrhages 

the laughter ceases

except that of

a distant stranger

needing 

comic relief

for the banal terrors

of his slowly decaying life.