Mourning is fashionable
in the Cities of the Plain—
barely-legal girls wreathed in
widow’s weeds while
their beaux are tattooed
like tombstones.
Undead, they gawp at
their gaudy elders,
so manifestly living their lives
the wrong way round.
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