Adverts are always overtly optimistic:
Filled with shiny, happy, youthful faces.
Nothing that suggests sorrow.
Or hint at darker aspects of life,
Is allowed to enter the airbrushed
Sentimentalised world of their dreams.
Yet there's something odd & perverse
About these saccharine smiles;
Like the contrived smiles of corpses,
In flower strewn, fragranced funeral homes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem