distracted
by a
distant uncle
whose death cleaved him from his
thoughts
eroded them
took him off his routine salted sudden musings resuscitated memories
which surprised himhe thought they
disappeared
then this wire bared unsheathed strangely copperish sparks an
illuminates foreboding dark corners
filling them again with wet frothy life an spirited
colours
he was Shocked! they were still
there
there for the coin the mere cost of his uncles life
he laughed uncomfortably
considering what play his death might
arouse an in who an when
death is often a seeping oil that
catches people when they least expect it
comes to them unwary breathing
heavy
eyes bloodshot unwashed
Christ! Been lookin for you
gives you an unbearable bear hug
you werent that close but you knew
them you shared with them things that perhaps only the two of you were privy
an
their death leaves you holding the bag
whatever was in it
for better or worse
you may laugh you may cry
or you may look over your shoulder
for it creeping up on you
the finality of death is that its
never final
it is very much like dominoes
not played by rules
1354, Thursday Uncle Ed Thursday, 10 12.
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while listenin to Sol Seppy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIj-DgbwWuQ
