the whole

the whole stinking mess of it

funeral for a friend

usual mix of ex-lovers

those to be jettisoned soon

family kith kin

kind of sort of friends

sniffing the air to taste

finding we live foul

in a mass of rotten emotions

jealousy pent up hate rage sadness

embarrassment for having fallen

back into this viper pit

we must endure

for the loved one

fallen

& would she be here

laughing at all of us

stinking rubbing along

cackling in her way

in forcing us to feel

all over again

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