when lovers die
should we hold plays?
with commotion in the wings?
ex-lovers complaining
they didn’t get enough time
to walk the stage
ex-lovers complaining
at least they got
to walk the stage
ex-lovers proclaiming
don’t anyone dare complain
about walking the stage
that fucker made me a cripple
or should we hold wakes?
and stop ruffling the drapes
because though the silence is immense
complaining can’t bring what’s dead back