a poem for funeral-goers

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the Ming vases they're broken
and the roses they’re sable now

With gel-deranged mange,
silk-nooses, and boa-constrictor souls
we drag our fading parade
down Golden Street
awkward
crawling
crumbling
like dry-ice in black coats
walking with fire

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