There were lights & sounds
late last night in our funeral
home – busy on newly dead
[quick-quick] as subfusk inks
wet let awry on diary pages
& penned onto calendars &
thumbed into ‘phones – Tick
to remind me [alarms set for
his not-attended ceremony]
& has anyone told Uncle Jon
& other missives texted out
to those who knew our Jim/
Facebook reverberates with
grief – Jim had locked them
out – Try CFC1964? – Yes! Of
course – his words [in posts]
say nothing of worth – they’d
been liked fifty times before
& are left alone – revelations
have been read/ Timeline off
