Feb 1st
gotta pick and choose your deaths
these days
who to note
who not to signify
for those
who are about
to die
we salute you
as we shuffle
one step forward
in the queue
to fill another gap
idols tumble
all around us
icons shatter on the ground
loves depart
seems like
only the wicked
dodge the dart
the reaper’s got a thing for genius
talent
bravery
heart
that scythe is swinging
at a furious pace
fabric’s ripping
order changing
and we can’t be sorry
everyday
and every time
with every single loss
although
we are of course
can’t be surprised
continually dismayed
or gobsmacked
or amazed
and we don’t always
have to
point out our particular
connection
reflect the story back
to us
or we’d be at it every day
run out of more sad things to say
shed quiet tears
look away.
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