Do you comprehend then?
This unreasonable levity, this contrived humour
This bitter bitter bitter mockery
Or are you fooled by the mastery
Over the morbid.
The laugh stumble stumble falls
And then bemused, unable to get up
Stills.
Come and be the silent circle then
Around the impromptu grave
And lay some flowers softly
In memory of the bright tone
That ascended in mirth in joy in love of a secret moment
In percussion in perfume in scenery in sauce
In yet remembered tantalising touch.
Pray.
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