Infanticide--As Seen on TV!

Hey bros.
I read this last week, but wanted to post it here in hopes of commentary/posterity. So...I am doing that.
For those of you who weren't within earshot, it was based on a dream I had (and also in response to this poem, as per a 206 assignment). Ahem.

Infanticide--As Seen on TV!
(a death poem)
I appear on screen, a skeleton smoking a cigarette
to the raucous laughter
of the studio audience--
a barbaric habit, they know;
what rocky foundations, you have,
beneath your lumpy, pregnable misgivings!
A monument to lasting stupidity.

Did you see me as I went?--notorious,
Infanticide! they clamored.
Did you hear my guitar solo?

At this point, besides my calcified effigy,
I think that's all that's left of me:
a pile of tiny, chewable bones beneath
a movie made for TV:
animated flesh, tender ghost--
forced to reenact its lowest point
between commercial interruptions,
like a dream advertises bare release.