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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Wicked Funeral

 

Pale, quiet lines assemble

In muffled morning air,

In collection to celebrate

Woeful loss and despair.

Somber men seek solace

From a solitary fear,

That but from heaven’s grace

Tis they that will lie there.

“Wicked, wicked death, be gone.

You’re not welcome here!”

But it sits like a cool shadow

In a lonely corner chair,

Ignoring the pleas of mourners,

Mourners everywhere.

 

―Michael O’Connor