The living life vanished left a vortex of sadness swirling dumbly on the damaged horizon, numb
wellwishers caregivers and undertakers making small talk over an open casket
Making not to lie, made not to lie, wishing well
with little heart to spare I’m so sorry for your loss Mrs. Johnson, a man
standing quiet with less and less to say he was a fine boy
and today’s the fucking day I say God Damn You God
and thanks for all the truth I can’t think about
and thanks for how much life he could have lived
but You were a little careless this time
with Your Untimely Death
So here we are all gathered together birds of mournful feather beating wing for dear life
Spinning in the storm
JWR & NDW
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